SANS hander's diary of dreams

[hirez]

Friday night I was subjected to a particularly widescreen and technicolour dream about hacking into the control-path of a Lovecraftian Servitor. (Or some other huge shadowy thing with a voice o' doom)

It was one of those experiences when you wake up, go 'what the fuck' and then fall asleep right back into the thing where you left off

Comments

[spride]

Don't worry, by the time it's been implemented by each vendor and the Open Source infants, between Diffie-Hellman group mismatch and disagreements between A and B ends over the precise realms of soul to be captured, it'll never work reliably.

[mr_tom]

demonic comms protocols

Presumably they're instantiated with some sort of tentacle-shake.

Thank you, here all week etc etc.

[jarkman]

I spent all last week having super-vivid dreams. I can tell you all about the catering arrangements on a fictional (and very ill-conceived) airliner, and also how to get off it during landing by stepping off the back of the tail.

Donna reports the same. Well, not the airliner or the damnation-over-ip business, but the dreams. I think it's something to do with this year's strain of cold.

How have you been fixed for sneeziness ?

[hirez]

Aha. Yes. Low-level snotting which seemed to peak Friday/Saturday.

I look forward to hallucinating Simple Shoggoth Control Protocol sometime soon.