Re: An idea
And not to forget the user that puts the date and time into a filename as something like
**My Important Document 19/10/2021-7:49:32**
And then wonders why the OS does a dummy spit.
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Whoever does end up with the job has a better chance of being listened to seriously when they point out security issues.
Doesn't mean that they will follow through on any recommended actions though.
There's always that managerial type person convinced that it will never happen to them. (Until it does of course. Then it is open season on scapegoats.)
When he started developing linux, I bet Linus never envisioned seeing a flying penguin on Mars.
Doing well so far. I've seen all to many model helicopters end up doing the dead chicken dance at the slightest excuse.
If I recall the definition correctly: Helicopter: Thousands of parts all trying to kill you.
The bugs are being found faster because Microsoft now has so many more beta testers.
They are known as Windows 10 users.
(Azure outages are just to keep people from looking too closely at the other things Microsoft have managed to foul up.)
Don't attribute to malice what can adequately be explained by Microsoft.
There's also Austin Meyer's Xavion app, which plays continuous "What if?" using plane performance data to provide best alternative airports. (Not necessarily the closest, but the best that fits the glide profile of the aircraft.) It also provides standard instruments, artificial vision, maps jet wake turbulence and many other features. (The wake turbulence feature was added after Austin found out the hard way that hitting it can be a serious pain in the neck.) It does this independently to the aircraft's avionics, so a full power outage of the standard instrumentation, providing a very useful level of redundancy for the pilot.
"So something that's not true can be true? Politicians apparently live with a different set of logic rules than the rest of humanity."
Of course they do.
They also believe that it is possible to have secure encryption that is breakable by themselves, (or their duly appointed representatives) at any time they feel the urge, but not be breakable by any other party.
Secure encryption is a binary choice. It's either secure, or it's not secure. There is no third option.
(Unless you are a politician, in which case tri-state binary somehow becomes possible, and the laws of mathematics no longer apply whenever they happen to be deemed inconvenient.)
Actually, CTRL-S is the XOFF terminal control character for VT100 terminals and the like.
Yes, I remember when such things were new and exciting with instant (nearly) responses to your inputs.
(Usually syntax errors.)
The alternative was punch cards and batch processing.
(And they almost invariably included syntax errors too. It just took a lot longer to find out how badly you had stuffed up.)
Hydrogen is only liquid at extremely low cryogenic temperatures 20.28ºK (-353ºC), or at very high pressures.
So hydrogen in an aircraft will be able to destroy it if the tank ruptures, spray all aboard with cryogenic liquid, or go up in flames given oxygen and an ignition source. Kerosene based fuels by contrast are liquid across the range of temperatures experienced during flight without need for pressurisation, and don't transition from liquid to gaseous state anywhere near as easily as hydrogen.
These types of schoolroom explosion go back beyond my father's youth.
(And I have a 14yo grandson.)
Back then it was the gas tap in the chemistry lab. Two holes pinched into an empty coffee tin. Into one was fed a rubber hose from the gas taps (used for bunsen burners) and the other (upper) hole left open.
Turn on the gas, wait a bit then light the gas coming out of the upper hole. Turn off the gas and remove the rubber tube. Stand back and wait until the stoichiometric ratio was reached, then BOOM, off went the lid to the delighted juvenile cackling of the assembled miscreants.
OH&S would be all over such activities these days of course.
If 16 degrees warrants an e-bike, what would they prescribe for Fargo Street in LA?
(A padded cell perhaps?)
It has a 33 degree grade and runs an annual challenge to see who can make it to the top on self powered wheeled devices.
One fellow "Terry (Unigeezer) Peterson" has beaten the challenge many times. He was 55 the first time he did so back in 2011.
ON A UNICYCLE. Last I heard he is still holds the title as the only person to do so on a unicycle.
This one's old enough that it's hardware rather than software testing.
Vinten Communications used to make the radio equipment used by the Victorian Police and other emergency services.
This was back in the days of valves and dangerously high voltages.
They had one wiresman in particular who was absolutely meticulous in his work. Every wire of a particular colour entering one end of the loom would exit at precisely the same position with respect to all of its neighbors. This greatly simplified fault finding. (Debugging wasn't yet a part of the common vernacular.) As such, he was the go to person for all new prototypes.
On day however, a new product was put on the test bench for it's first power on. Unbeknown to the wiresman, his colleagues had got there first.
The prototype was duly turned on, and they watched the blood drain from the poor wiresman's face, as smoke started wafting out of the case.
One worker was hidden away out of sight, and a string of waxed paper drinking straws had been run to an inconspicuous location on the unit under test.
The hidden worker was blowing cigarette smoke through the straws.
However one of the observers broke up laughing, and the ruse was revealed, much to the relief and annoyance of the poor wiresman. The device itself worked flawlessly.
Radios before transistors were valve radios (thermionic valve radios to be more precise). They used a vibrator (no, not that kind) where a solenoid would open the contacts supplying power to its own coil. (A bit like an automotive turn signal flasher can on crystal meth.) The resulting intermittent power would provide pseudo AC power to step-up transformers to generate the necessary high voltages to run the valves. There were no transistors in those radios. Triodes and Pentodes, not transistors.
(The inverter circuitry sometimes had its own box, hidden in the engine bay to keep noise (electrical and acoustic) well away from the radio itself.)
There were portable (a loosely defined term at best) that ran on valves, powered usually from lantern sized dry cell batteries.
Then came the transistor, allowing a radio that was much smaller and ran on far safer voltages.
"Or what did you think they used before silicon?"
Germanium. (Well you did ask.)
Germanium transistors were what you usually found in early transistor radios. Silicon transistors came along later.
What makes you think it's restricted to the UK?
As I'm not British either, I felt it best to be carefully non-specific.
And just about anything to do with Donald Trump.
It seems to be endemic to the breed anywhere around the world.
(I'm an equal opportunity cynic.)
"A few years back I was working for Scotrail, well not them, but as a sub contractor to the contractor contracted to the contractor with the contract for Scotrail."
Lone Star, is that you?
The Schwartz be with you.
Dark Helmet: I am your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate.
My father used to work for the now defunct "Vinten Communications".
They had one "wiresman" who was absolutely meticulous in his wiring. If a wire entered a loom at a particular location, you could be certain it would come out at exactly the same location at the other end of the loom.
So this fellow was always assigned the new prototypes, as his attention to detail made any necessary troubleshooting of the new prototype so much easier.
One day after he had finished assembly of one such prototype unit, the staff gathered around to watch it fire up for the first time.
The power was switched on, and after a few moments smoke started wafting out of the prototype.
The wiresman's face slowly turned white as the smoke billowed forth.
Unbeknownst to him, the staff had hidden some paper drinking straws taped end-to end into the back of the unit, with one of the staff hidden away at the far end of these straws, blowing cigarette smoke down the straw. Fortunately for the poor wiresman, one of the observers couldn't hold a straight face for too long, exposing the practical joke as everyone cracked up laughing.
Strangely enough the poor wiresman was not amused.
So Douglas Adams was right, even before he wrote that "what they really couldn't stand was a smartarse."
Icon? Well where there's smoke...
Back in the late 70s, I was a young apprentice.
The company I worked for also imported cheap Taiwanese bench grinders.
One of these had been returned under warranty, so was on the department manager's bench with the base off to check the wiring. When nothing obvious presented itself the switch was turned on and we retreated to the office doorway. These grinders used a large capacitor and a centrifugal switch to energize the motor start winding with the resulting L/C circuit providing a phase shift to ensure the motor started in the right direction. The grinder started up and seemed to be running normally, until with a loud bang, the capacitor blew its lid, (through the small covered pressure relief hole in the end of the cap) blasting a jet of evil smelling vapor directly at all standing in the doorway.
We at least now knew what the fault was. The centrifugal switch "didn't", leaving the start winding connected. The start winding and capacitor weren't designed to run for more than about 10 seconds, so the capacitor overheated, boiling the electrolyte until the weak point cried uncle.
The office became almost uninhabitable for days, and took many months before the smell finally faded to barely perceptible levels.
I still work for the same company some 40 odd years later.
" Next Amazon delivery setup, orbital warehouses dropping capsules with whatever you ordered.
The step after that, they drop meals which cook using the heat of re-entry."
(Start at 3042 for the back story. Or better still, start at 1 for the full experience.)
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