OpenSSL libs were vulnerable.
OS that these libs were on is irrelevant.
OpenSSL libs were vulnerable.
OS that these libs were on is irrelevant.
The non primary sites can be sold off with preferential state ordinances and permissions intact, at a more than nominal profit.
They would also have achieved their primary goal of maximising the same same ordinances, permissions and supply lines for the primary site through competitive leveraging.
Nice chess move.
The earliest American land barons and economists built the US economy on the backs of slave labour too.
When someone is monomaniacal they are spectacularly effective at achieving a set goal.
If their sponsors are sociopaths (Like the Nazi's first AND the US later - for von Braun), the results can be achieved breathtakingly quickly.
Neither the Nazis, nor the US had altruism as their goal when supporting von Braun. - This is known
Whether his goals where altruistic, may be up for speculation, although I think space exploration is a pretty lofty ideal.
Did the end justify the means? In either case?
Probably not, but we now enjoy the end, while others had to pay the means, never forget that.
If anyone is fundamentally horrified and appalled by the fact that he used concentration camp slave labour, and that the US only used him to advance their instruments of war, I cannot say that I disagree with your moral standpoint.
I do however have to request that you hand over all your technological goodies and advances that are a direct and indirect result of the space program, since otherwise YOU are getting reaping the rewards of an end while despising the means.
You can't have it both ways.
Have I worked for you before?
No, the code did not write itself.
Somebody wrote a steaming pile of shit, and submitted it to one of the MOST important branches of open source development content.
Did they test it before committing?
Y) - Then why commit shit you know is shit?
N) - How can you commit without testing?
There is NO excuse for knowingly submitting code THIS broken.
There is even LESS excuse for unknowingly submitting feces instead of decent code.
If the developer of the code is actually talented, they will appreciate the enormity of their blunder, and instead of being a "modern-day oversensitive, metrosexual, lets not have any winners but give everyone a prize, oh shame but didn't he try hard, but what about his feelings?" fuckup, they'll not do it again.
If they're not talented, they can fuckoff and code for someone else.
You could make gold bullets....stay shiny longer.
Letter to Warner Brothers: A Night in Casablanca
Abstract: While preparing to film a movie entitled A Night in Casablanca, the Marx brothers received a letter from Warner Bros. threatening legal action if they did not change the film’s title. Warner Bros. deemed the film’s title too similar to their own Casablanca, released almost five years earlier in 1942, with Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman. In response Groucho Marx dispatched the following letter to the studio’s legal department:
Dear Warner Brothers,
Apparently there is more than one way of conquering a city and holding it as your own. For example, up to the time that we contemplated making this picture, I had no idea that the city of Casablanca belonged exclusively to Warner Brothers. However, it was only a few days after our announcement appeared that we received your long, ominous legal document warning us not to use the name Casablanca.
It seems that in 1471, Ferdinand Balboa Warner, your great-great-grandfather, while looking for a shortcut to the city of Burbank, had stumbled on the shores of Africa and, raising his alpenstock (which he later turned in for a hundred shares of common), named it Casablanca.
I just don’t understand your attitude. Even if you plan on releasing your picture, I am sure that the average movie fan could learn in time to distinguish between Ingrid Bergman and Harpo. I don’t know whether I could, but I certainly would like to try.
You claim that you own Casablanca and that no one else can use that name without permission. What about “Warner Brothers”? Do you own that too? You probably have the right to use the name Warner, but what about the name Brothers? Professionally, we were brothers long before you were. We were touring the sticks as the Marx Brothers when Vitaphone was still a gleam in the inventor’s eye, and even before there had been other brothers—the Smith Brothers; the Brothers Karamazov; Dan Brothers, an outfielder with Detroit; and “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?” (This was originally “Brothers, Can You Spare a Dime?” but this was spreading a dime pretty thin, so they threw out one brother, gave all the money to the other one, and whittled it down to “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?”)
Now Jack, how about you? Do you maintain that yours is an original name? Well it’s not. It was used long before you were born. Offhand, I can think of two Jacks—Jack of “Jack and the Beanstalk,” and Jack the Ripper, who cut quite a figure in his day.
As for you, Harry, you probably sign your checks sure in the belief that you are the first Harry of all time and that all other Harrys are impostors. I can think of two Harrys that preceded you. There was Lighthouse Harry of Revolutionary fame and a Harry Appelbaum who lived on the corner of 93rd Street and Lexington Avenue. Unfortunately, Appelbaum wasn’t too well-known. The last I heard of him, he was selling neckties at Weber and Heilbroner.
Now about the Burbank studio. I believe this is what you brothers call your place. Old man Burbank is gone. Perhaps you remember him. He was a great man in a garden. His wife often said Luther had ten green thumbs. What a witty woman she must have been! Burbank was the wizard who crossed all those fruits and vegetables until he had the poor plants in such confused and jittery condition that they could never decide whether to enter the dining room on the meat platter or the dessert dish.
This is pure conjecture, of course, but who knows—perhaps Burbank’s survivors aren’t too happy with the fact that a plant that grinds out pictures on a quota settled in their town, appropriated Burbank’s name and uses it as a front for their films. It is even possible that the Burbank family is prouder of the potato produced by the old man than they are of the fact that your studio emerged “Casablanca” or even “Gold Diggers of 1931.”
This all seems to add up to a pretty bitter tirade, but I assure you it’s not meant to. I love Warners. Some of my best friends are Warner Brothers. It is even possible that I am doing you an injustice and that you, yourselves, know nothing about this dog-in-the-Wanger attitude. It wouldn’t surprise me at all to discover that the heads of your legal department are unaware of this absurd dispute, for I am acquainted with many of them and they are fine fellows with curly black hair, double-breasted suits and a love of their fellow man that out-Saroyans Saroyan.
I have a hunch that his attempt to prevent us from using the title is the brainchild of some ferret-faced shyster, serving a brief apprenticeship in your legal department. I know the type well—hot out of law school, hungry for success, and too ambitious to follow the natural laws of promotion. This bar sinister probably needled your attorneys, most of whom are fine fellows with curly black hair, double-breasted suits, etc., into attempting to enjoin us. Well, he won’t get away with it! We’ll fight him to the highest court! No pasty-faced legal adventurer is going to cause bad blood between the Warners and the Marxes. We are all brothers under the skin, and we’ll remain friends till the last reel of “A Night in Casablanca” goes tumbling over the spool.
Unamused, Warner Bros. requested that the Marx Brothers at least outline the premise of their film. Groucho responded with an utterly ridiculous storyline, and, sure enough, received another stern letter requesting clarification. He obliged and went on to describe a plot even more preposterous than the first, claiming that he, Groucho, would be playing “Bordello, the sweetheart of Humphrey Bogart.” No doubt exasperated, Warner Bros. did not respond. A Night in Casablanca was released in 1946.
Chuck wrote "Kick Me" on the back instead. What a jerk"............
Now I like him even more!
En stor nasjon som opptrer med verdighet, er du et eksempel for hele menneskeheten.
LOVE your sig!
Only I dont have any problems with kings....
Actually, you're referring to an IT guy with a competent Manager / Director, who would have ensured that a decent load balancing / ADC solution was in place...
Now that I think about it, if they used a decent load-balancer / ADC, they would probably be doing SSL termination on the device, so the higher up would have to be even more competent, and ensured the devices were purchased / installed in a fail-over pair, with connection mirroring and persistence mirroring enabled, meaning that the standby device can get patched, seamless fail-over, double check, newly standby box patched, and then fail back or let it run, as per fail-over preference policy...
"quick! he's not using the terminology i use, tell him he must be new!"
Holy shit, your UID is almost a million higher than mine. YOU MUST BE NEW HERE!
And yours is nearly a million higher than mine... I most be old here!
I THINK MAN INVENTED THE CAR by instinct. -- Jack Handley, The New Mexican, 1988.