October 8th, 2002


I hate people that don't communicate

Well, I'm glad that is over. I got an ICQ message from someone that I know asking if I was on cable, earlier. I responded in the affirmative to the rather abrupt query and got, a few minutes later, an IP address. No explanation or anything like that, just an IP address on what appears to be a private network. So, I ping it and get asked if I've looked at it in IE. People that expect me to use IE should be shot.

So, I take a look at the site, and it turns out to be the configurtation utility of a cable modem, apparently ours here. I use the default ID and password and it lets me in. In a fit of paranoia, I change the username and password to a more secure set and gather together the others to quiz them.

Tracerting the IP shows only three hops from my machine. The bastard had somehow got the IP of our cable modem and was using that to interrogate the firmware HTTP server. If he had been malicious, he could have left our modem nothing more than an expensive paperweight. The problem was solved, but even so. It wouldhave been nice to have an idea of what in the various negative netherworlds said acquaintance of mine was going on about without having to interrogate him for twenty minutes. He could have put the entirety of the information he imparted to me over that time into one ICQ message and saved me much aggravation.

So, to relax I hypothesised about the use of a spirit of the Ebola virus as a patron to a pack of Red Talons, taking into account the animistic nature of the particular game world and the triatic nature of spiritual affiliations. It was nice to get into a proper debate about Werewolf for a change. That, and I came up with a rough plan for a Transformers tabletop roleplaying game. I feel like such a geek.
  • Current Music
    Smash Mouth - Walking on the Sun

Who needs sleep?

Not me, apparently. The one hour I managed to get last night has just made today feel that much worse. That, and today has been most unproductive. No reason for me to be in the university, so I slummed off trying not to do stuff. Of course, that's when the landlady decides to pop round, meaning I couldn't sleep, or even relax, if I tried.

Needless to say, I gave up and went into town. Not the best of ideas. Autumn (Fall to all those colonials out there) has finally hit, and it's coming in cold. I'm wearing just a thin shirt and my leather jacket. That and my low blood pressure has stopped my fingers and toes from being warm all day. I feel like an icicle even with the thick sweater I'm wearing, today has been a waste,my FYP tutor still hasn't even looked at my project proposal, and there's nothing good on TV *at all*, just crap re-runs and "Stop smoking or you will die penniless and unloved" adverts. Not a combination geared to improving my mood.

Good things to happen today? Well, finally the cable is up to a meg line. That does it, tomorrow I start learning Counterstrike. And, um. That's about it. I'm cold, tired and so desperately wanting not to have to be awake tomorrow at nine in the morning.

On a completely different note, I'm going to start work on that Transformers roleplaying game I mentioned. That'll give me something to focus on. That, and vodka. Yesssss, vodka. Vodka is good...
  • Current Music
    Ash - Burn Baby Burn