As I write this, V is lying on the floor, sleeping to the strains of Big Daddy attempting to figure out why Paul Newman drinks, as Elizabeth Taylor's dulcet southern twang pierces my eardrums.
V is rather ill. Perhaps something in the food at Linaea's birthday party disagreed with her. I didn't eat much there, because I just didn't feel hungry. Probably the coffee. But Jane made a boatload of food, and only a 1/4 of it was gone at the end. Made me wish I'd brought Chris with us. He's a notorious food demolisher.
This Friday, we're going to have another BugScan style party, this time with Tipping Point's Unity One/200. It's an Intrusion Detection System that drops hostile packets. We're going to throw up some standard Linux servers and use the Unity One to defend them, then let everyone attack the fuck out of it.
6PM, at the ACCRC this Friday. Bring your laptop, or get me online and I'll let you know the IP of the machines. We're gonna open it up to the net too.