Spam, spam, spam

After living with 100s of emails per day that got around spamassassin and blacklists (they tend to have subjects and text that l00k l!ke th!s), I finally gave up and followed everyone else’s lead to Knowspam. The weirdest part about it, now that it is in place, is getting 4 or 5 emails when I woke up today, instead of having to wade through 150 (mostly bogus) messages every morning.

I never wanted to retreat to a whitelist situation, but it seems to work too good already and I’m sticking with it.

Cracking wise

A couple kids hacked into a Lowes store database and grabbed a bunch of credit card numbers. They did it wirelessly from the parking lot no less and frankly I’m surprised it was even possible. When I ordered a custom item a couple weeks ago, I noticed that Lowes’ internal systems are all tied into open source programs. Custom ordering terminals are running what looked like Redhat, and my order was entered into a mozilla browser (with the URL address bar hidden), running a web app with basic web forms for all data entry.

I suspect these dorks in the parking lot sniffed the traffic and got in. Hopefully Lowes starts using ssh tunnels and https for all communication on the wire, and puts a more robust wireless security system in place. It’d be nice if they released their software somewhere or left it open to public review, so the open source community could find these gaping holes and fix them before they become a problem.

The lovable little scamp

On the news that Kucinich Posts Excerpts from Diebold Memos, I have yet another reason to love that crazy little bastard. I know he’s got a Nader’s chance in hell of winning the presidency, but it’s great to see someone out there saying and doing provocative things in the era of middle-roadness (witness the democratic backpedalling from any talk of gay marriage). Everyone wants that center vote so bad they come off about as interesting as unflavored, unsweetened ice milk (*cough* Gore *cough*) and guys like Kucinich come off like a scoop of triple rasberry death-by-chocolate surprise.

It’s not even his politics really, as I disagree with some of his positions, but I’ll openly admit my first presidential vote in 1992 went to Ross Perot, for much of the same reason: I was tired of the same old politics and preferred to vote for someone with a fire under their ass.