Thanks for the reminder that I have a thingy shaped just like a turnip
332 posts • joined 20 May 2010
My guess is that their source system is a server rented in a lights-out facility somewhere in the world with a nice fat pipe leading into it.
So limiting factor is more likley going to be the size of the pipe leading out from the victim, which circles back round to your question of how do they do it without being noticed?
Even if they're breaking it out amongst many lower speed exfiltration channels, one would have thought that anyone monitioring the network would notice any sudden uptick in outward traffic flows, and even using the fastest links, 10TB is going to take some time to exfiltrate.
So, they're sending a mini-nuke to Mars, and you're more worried about the drone shutting down the local airspace?
I'd be more worried about it fireballing into a previously unknown city and frying all the inhabitants.
Cue mankind's first (and possibly last) interplanetary war.
In my early days working in IT operations for a regional brewer, I got called out to the Transport department one evening whilst on call.
The big DEC line printer they used for printing all the loading sheets for the dray wagons had stopped working, and they needed it looking at, so off I trotted, opened the hood up on the printer and there, lying across the tops of the massive PSU capacitors was a lightly fried (and very dead) rat!
Seems this one had found a nice looking, warm, dark and cosy space to try building a nest, then regretted it some few seconds later :)
Wish it were possible with mine. My ISP has locked the OS down so much I can't do anything reasonable with the bloody thing.
Roll on next week when I get a replacement unit to try and configure and plug in.
[And if anyone knows any way of decoding the binary dump of user data from a ZTE H298A router, it'd be appreciated]
I use Hyperoptic as my ISP, and haven't noticed any slowdown at all in my connection - could be because it's a 1:1 user ratio, so no peer contention from the neighbours. Consequently, I've not noticed any drop in quality on Netflix or Amazon - downloads from Steam suffer a little during peak times, but to be honest, Valve's servers were pretty crap even before the lockdown.
Mid 2015 MacBook Pro here (so the model just before the butterfly keyboards came in) ... still going strong, never had any issues with it (other than the battery recall from last year). Still snappy enough for me to do my work on - although I wouldn't want to use it for any serious gaming [I have a very beefy Windows rig for that].
I reckon, barring catastrophic hardware failure, that I'll be using that laptop for at least another five years, and possibly longer.
Yes, Death Magnetic was a very welcome return to form for them. Still has a little cruft that could do with being trimmed.
Still prefer listening to the new up and coming bands these days though - they still have the ambition, hunger and drive to produce bloody good music.
(Currently listening to some Those Damn Crows and will follow up with some Blackballed)
What we need, before we start tracking individuals by use of phones that they may, or may not, have with them is a consistent method of testing and reporting infection and mortality rates across the globe.
For example, Italy's mortality rate is so high because everyone who dies that is infected with CoV-19 is recorded as having died of the disease rather than the true cause of death.
As it stands at the moment, all this comparison of how well or how badly countries are doing in the fight against the virus is comparing apples with oranges.
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me, (with big yawning)
As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
... the one with the poetry book in the pocket please.
In my first job working in Ops back in the dim mists of time (OK, OK, mid 90's) we had a naming convention that all the Servers would be named after male Star Trek characters, and all the Routers, Modems, Mulitplexers, etc. would be named after female Star Trek characters.
Except for the router we had up in the North East, which for reasons of linguistic piss taking was called WAYAYMAN . :)
... or as folks have commented elsewhere, he didn't manage to prove whether the Earth was flat or not, but he did manage to prove that it is very, very hard.
RIP Mr Hughes. Whilst I might not agree with your Flat Earth exposition, the world needs more contrary nutjobs that are prepared to push the boundaries, if only to get the rest of us thinking.
The figures from the CDC still show the mortality rate at around 2.04%
This article gives a fairly good, measured analysis of the outbreak and what it might mean leading into the future...
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