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http://www.evilmadscientist.com/article.php/usbkey -- featured in El Reg, an alarmingly fun USB drive DIY.

I had DNS-flavoured nightmares. There was someone trying to do something with their DNS, I was trying to tell them that they couldn't, and no one was listening.

There are opinions that I know I don't get to express in public without causing trouble, so I'm going to refrain from treating the friendslist to any steaming rants. But I'm upset, and it upsets me more that I don't feel safe expressing exactly what I'm upset about and why in public. It's the idealist in me getting angry and disillusioned with reality, and my realist knowing that if I let my idealist out to rant in public, other well-meaning realists will come along and tell my idealist exactly where we are bad and wrong, and probably do it cruelly. That's something I'd expect from strangers, and even my idealist recognizes that on the internet, you'll get crap from strangers. But strangely enough, I've rarely had problems with strangers on this topic. It's people who care about me who get cruel when my idealist gets mad that reality isn't ideal. So fuck that; I'm not going to start with it. (That's my realist getting angry.)
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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