Upgraded to WordPress 2.6.2
Because I just got hacked by something nasty. I guess staying on 2.0 was a bit of a gamble.
Seriously, guys -- and I'm talking to everyone who writes any kind of web facing software here -- if you can't release a provably 100% secure web application on day one, please do the entire Net a favour and DON'T RELEASE IT AT ALL.
That's too hard? Your tools won't allow you to prove whether your app is hackable or not? Sorry, but the bad guys don't care. They can security-test your software - why can't you?
'Apply patches' is the wrong answer. Try again.
Poem: Sideways
Time is an orange
Curls up at the edges -
So
There you see
Vacuum isn't
Kilometres
At all
It's skin
Space is an egg
Sunny side, scrambled
Boiling over the city
Any way you want it
And you could pour
Light from a jug
Onto grids of crisp
Houses
The trick
Is to wake up
Sideways
Dreamlog: Dark Temple
Nightmare, yesterday.
I am in 'my hometown', which appears this time to be a small modern city in among hills. An extremely nasty cult which practices ritual sacrifice and has a sort of Assyrian motif has taken up residence in the town, such that they have official religion status and the support of the Mayor. They have a large, white-marble temple in a sort of 1930s Modernist neo-classical style, with tall windows, variously either right next to the town hall on the main street, or some distance out of town (the location shifts as the dream progresses). They wear stylized Bronze Age helmets and modernist versions of togas and have some kind of fascist militia that patrols the streets. I spend the dream with my family in a car, as part of an underground resistance cell, trying to break their grip on the city. We succeed, or at least never find out exactly what it is they do in their rituals, which comes to the same thing.
Okay that one was just creepy. Bad brain.
Conflicted
In my pack today:
A book called 'How To Be Good'.
A game called 'How To Host A Murder'.
Dreamlog: The White Tower
I am in a generic quiet suburban neighbourhood and am slowly getting to know my neighbours. It is a slow process because the neighbourhood is riddled with secret societies. In a park I look back and see a white apartment tower block, maybe a dozen storeys high, which I remember visiting at an earlier date. The tower is controlled by a secret society and the top floor is an extensive private library which I toured.
I wonder how secret the society actually is, since its existence seems common knowledge among the locals. It seemed more like a kind of 'gentleman's club'. Perhaps they just don't want out-of-towners borrowing their books and losing them.
