Viruses are often spread by something inserted into the orifices of unprotected hosts, although some are virulent / evolved enough to get around basic protection as well. In Thailand, USB drives spread nasties faster than digital treatment can be applied, so after several years of taking care of many computers, I’ve decided that vaccination is the best option*.
This consists of planting a hidden and practically undeletable AUTORUN.INF file in the root of a removable drive.
I use Panda USB to vaccinate. Why? Because pandas are gay, and so are viruses.
*Like all vacs, you run a chance of getting sick if you have a reaction. Specifically, you could lose all the data on your NTSF-formatted drive in a worst case scenario (most “handy” drives are formatted FAT32). My advice is not to use this feature until it comes out of beta.
The entire N.W.A. album edited down into just the explicit content: LINK.
Damn, that shit was dope.
The boy likes drawing and has talent (that’s from Nam; I suck at it.)
Previous colors of Max:
sepia Max appreciates your devotion
red red max
It’s not rainy season, the big monkey in the sky has no reason to piss on us, and it’s doubtful that I triggered the clouds with Yo Gabba Gabba dancing earlier today.
*It rained last week, too, and it even got cool for a few days, which was really nice, but also weird for this time of year. Weird is good sometimes.
This is how many we go through in one day.
Here’s a couple of outstanding photo links from this week:
Worker Safety In Chinese Factories (lost-wax casting photo series)
This is just awesome photography.
(via Mark on Buzz)
Photographer Dale Kobetich survives a dramatic shark encounter
(via Jason K on FB)
This is the shark that the Old Man calls Dentuso. I hate sharks. I don’t wish them all dead; I just wish they didn’t have teeth (so we could have headlines like, “Surfer Furiously Gummed in GW Attack”). Seriously, this is the most chilling photo series I’ve seen in a long time.
A great passage from OMATS:
The shark was not an accident. He had come up from deep down in the water as the dark cloud of blood had settled and dispersed in the mile deep sea He had come up so fast and absolutely without caution that he broke the surface of the blue water and was in the sun. Then he fell back into the sea and picked up the scent and started swimming on the course the skiff and the fish had taken.
Sometimes he lost the scent. But he would pick it up again, or have just a trace of it, and he swam fast and hard on the course. He was a very big Mako shark, built to swim as fast as the fastest fish in the sea and everything about him was beautiful except his jaws. His back was as blue as a sword fish’s and his belly was silver and his hide was smooth and handsome. He was built as a swordfish except for his huge jaws Which were tight shut now as he swam fast, just under the surface with his high dorsal fin knifing through the water without wavering. Inside the closed double lip of his jaws all of his eight rows of teeth were slanted inwards. They were not the ordinary pyramid-shaped teeth of most sharks. They were shaped like a man’s fingers when they are crisped like claws. They were nearly as long as the fingers of the old man and they had razor-sharp cutting edges on both sides. This was a fish built to feed on all the fishes in the sea, that were so fast and strong and well armed that they had no other enemy. Now he speeded up as he smelled the fresher scent and his blue dorsal fin cut the water.
When the old man saw him coming be knew that this was a shark that had no fear at all and would do exactly what he wished. He prepared the harpoon and made the rope fast while he watched the shark come on. The rope was short as it lacked what he had cut away to lash the fish.
The old man’s head was clear and good now and he was full of resolution, but he had little hope. It was too good to last, he thought. He took one look at the great fish as he watched the shark close in. It might as well have been a dream, he thought. I cannot keep him from hitting me but maybe I can get him. Dentuso, he thought. Bad luck to your mother.
Damn, Papa sure could write when he wasn’t being an asshole..