love my computer: September 2003 Archives

found in referrer logs: wizard.yellowbrick.oz
spoofed, of course. but why?

google led me to confessions of a g33k, which in turn led me to google groups, in which this URL is used in a Perl script intended to "automate an HTML form submission" (in which case this would most likely be an unsuccessful test run, since no form submissions accompanied these visits).

so far i have these two IPs, DNS traces to arrival.net (bakersfield)?:

66.17.15.132 (dns is 132.15.17.66.in-addr.arpa domain name pointer 66-17-15-132.biz.bkfd.arrival.net.)
66.17.15.164 (dns is 164.15.17.66.in-addr.arpa domain name pointer 66-17-15-164.biz.bkfd.arrival.net.)

ARIN returns this, consistent with the above:
Arrival Communication, USA ARRIVAL-COM (NET-66-17-0-0-1)
66.17.0.0 - 66.17.63.255
Lightspeed Technologies ARRV-66-17-15-128 (NET-66-17-15-128-1)
66.17.15.128 - 66.17.15.191

i will now pause to contemplate my navel referrer logs for further spoofage and ponder the meaning of this, life, the universe, and everything.

there is a new version of PHP. i am going to go compile apache with it. there will be a glitch, when i restart apache. you might not notice it, or, you might. however it will be brief i am good at this.

i was a little weird last night. seems the random thoughpatterns increase in direct proportion with the number of functions i write in a day which do things i didn't know how to do till i made them do them. i'm out past the wire deadline wise, mostly because i took on projects approximately five hundred percent past my existing skillset (i tend to get really confident about shit like that, because, well, that's just what i do) and so i stalled and ok i scared myself is what i did. a year ago i was possibly the world's shittiest computer programmer. i mean it. the only thing i did with any success was run my mouth and get all kinds of expectations going and landed smack dab in the middle of downtown 'you want the computer to do what? um ok, sure piece of cake ohmygodohmygod'

i remember the first thing i got working, totally surprised the shit outta me, all i did was keep trying different things till one worked. no clue how. just knew it did. i remember thinking, hey, if all i have to do is obsess until the answer accidentally presents itself, i'm golden.

somewhere along the way it started making sense. and when i did something that i thought of and got it to work for the first time it was more than a rush. it was more than a thrill. it was power. and it was just the tippity-tip of the power, and i knew that. it was like standing holding onto a tree and realizing there was a planet attached to the end of it. since then i've done very little else but program stuff. i do it for a living i do it for fun and personal use, i do it for other people, for fun and to impress them. yeah. go figure, hubris, me. i know. but it's beyond that, i mean i dream code. if i'm not doing it i'm thinking about it. or sex. code and sex, and coffee. i think about coffee. and sex. but that's about it.

php is so fucking cool.

so i have been good, i have worked and stuff. but i needed a reward, there there whatta good lizard here's a biscuit. or in this case, gathering much of my various poem--type things in one place, one of those multitudinous extra URLs i have laying around.

liz²

alrighty then back to actual work.

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oh but i have to majorly update this. after the ... refreshing drive, i came back to the same thing that was kicking my ass all afternoon -- i set up liz² to reject any $id not specifically intended for display, but there was a bit of beastly if this and either that or the other unless of course involved in getting it to kick back a smartass answer to people deliberately trying to snoop, while being polite and welcoming to those who were behaving themselves. it was an afternoon of thump thump thump (head vs. brickwall).

and i came home, and i gave the code a couple of quick twists, things i swear to you i tried already a million times this afternoon, it just ... worked.

besides drives in the country, there's just nothing finer than a nice smartass algorithm.

here we have one of the lower forms of life on the spam foodchain, a festering lump of putrescence known as the comment spammer, and a very slippery example of the species; whereas the average commentspammer bottomfeeder drops in a whole messload of links, nice and obvious, this one's hoping you won't notice the fact it's an attempt to (a) get an accidental clickthrough or two and (b) artificially inflate rankings on search engine algorithms (most notably google) which measure inbound links, via the use of generic flattery. clever.

burningbird tells us about social engineering and how these clever bastards use our habits against us -- good to know. nancy got a different subgenus of bottomfeeder, but they all suck the same scum.

http://surreally.org/news/mt/mt-comments.cgi?entry_id=42

IP Address: 219.95.2.151
Name: zip codes
Email Address: lady2004@hotmail.com
URL: http://www.zipcodesdownload.com

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