I do have to wonder if the task was made easier given the purpose of the server. After all, I'd think it wouldn't get traffic at all except for those people responding to the challenge. But, still, this proved it's possible.

So not only do those of us responsible for web servers need to generate new server certs for all of our servers... pretty much every current web server cert in existence also needs to be revoked. Are the CAs even willing/able to do something on that scale in a short amount of time?

Given no one will want to compensate them... how will they live?

As opposed to taking advice from people on Slashdot?

How does he do these tests without electricity?

Wow, that was quite a logical leap you made there! You must be really impressed with that uncited study you're referring to!

There was a study, only about a decade ago, that claimed vaccines cause autism! So make sure not to get your kids vaccinated - vaccines obviously do more harm than good!

The author of this bug and the reviewer of the commit have both been very forthcoming about the mistake. There's little reason to suspect malicious intent in this particular instance.

That doesn't mean the NSA didn't know about it or exploit it, though.

Well, just off the top of my head - if these teachers don't push their students into using Chromebooks, Google will need to find some other method of collecting data and building shadow profiles on those people.

So, right there, you've got a significant benefit to specifically promoting Chromebooks.

No - see the last paragraph in the post you're responding to.

No, they weren't intentional; but, given the submitter was a Harvard graduate, any spelling errors were understandable.

Okay, but we're talking about Kate Mulgrew.

I was thinking more along the lines of "how else will they share pics of whomever they're having for dinner?"

They really need access to Facebook.

Nope - these natives have been just ridiculously unlucky.

But where are the other ten minutes of the song?

You can have my TopView when you pry it out of my cold, dead fingers.