Well that didn’t take long; less than 48 hours after deactivating I reactivated my bastard Facebook account.
Yes, that’s pathetic, but please hear me out. There were several aspects of Facebook’s insidiousness that I hadn’t considered or had under-estimated. In fact yesterday was a day choc-full of misjudgment.
If you find yourself as fully ensconced in the Fecebook swamp as I, then you may want to consider the following observations before you quit:

• There are people with whom I have a relationship of sorts, yet we’ve never met. Now this is a situation that has existed for centuries (assuming that pen-friends have been around that long), but Facebook makes it all too easy. I have Facebook friends who are friends of friends, friends of friends of friends, and even total strangers who share a single interest. Being able to see, acknowledge, approve, disapprove, or ignore what your contacts say is a surprisingly powerful and pleasurable thing. When you leave Facebook, you lose these people and the limited but significant contact you have with them.
• Old friends. Facebook makes it easy to stay in touch with old friends, even if it is in the most shallow way. Whilst discussing this issue with a friend at work last week, we both agreed that staying friends with someone who you normally couldn’t be bothered to connect with is pointless. But now I completely retract that assertion because even if you simply click “like” on a person’s status updates (if you do truly like them) is better than losing touch. Humans are social creatures, and surely it’s better to stay in touch with the people you like than forget them?
• Facebook only has a “like” button, and no “dislike” button, and I now believe this is a good thing. Criticism is all very well, but it usually dwarfs praise; we’re more likely to send a complaint than a letter of praise. Personally I try to send praise frequently too – but the sad truth is the complaints usually outnumber the praise. So Facebook’s decision to only have a “like” button is interesting and quite a significant move. It helps strengthen relationships – that can’t be bad can it?
• If you want to hate people, the Facebook allows that too! Arguing on Facebook is all too easy, especially for the web amateurs.
• If you really like someone, should you not make more of an effort to contact them properly? No! It’s difficult! And if you really like them then communicating “properly” with them is going to take a lot of time, which no-one has. Clicking “like” now and again when they say something you agree with or sending the occasional comment is surely better than drifting away? There are a lot of people I have “shallow” relationships with on Facebook whom I would willingly give a kidney if needed.
• Most people don’t blog, but they often post things on Facebook. Ostensibly that’s the same thing, but usually anyone can read a blog; unless you’re friends on Facebook, your posts are private. That may suit the majority of Facebook users, but some people actually have interesting and thoughtful things to say! Leaving Facebook means you don’t get to hear them any more.

It’s been an emotional couple of days at work, and it culminated today with my fake Facebook persona being “outed” by a friend I inadvertently managed to piss-off (we’re all friends again now btw). The upshot of this was that I have deactivated my Facebook account. Non-Facebook-users will surely not be in the slightest bit interested in this, but it maybe of interest to the rest of you; thus begins a diary of going cold Turkey on Facebook.

In the unlikely event that there should be anyone who reads this blog and isn’t a former Facebook friend, please accept apologies for the cack that will probably end up getting posted here in future; all of the stuff that I used to post on Facebook (because it wasn’t interesting enough to blog) will now end up here… sorry.

So, here goes with the first post of the new era:
[clears throat]

After being in America for three years, I’m finally getting round to watching one of the cultural touchstones which have eluded me thus far: A Christmas Story. This film has been quoted, cited, and produced such astonishment from peers and friends when they discover I’ve never seen it (including twice today) that it seems necessary.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/theguardian/2010/dec/07/bert-williams-obituary.

We’ve been having significant issues with our VoIP provider (the people who supply us with telephone service) and for a while we’ve been without a working DID (phone number); we can call out, people can’t call in. I tried obtaining a new DID from other sources, but incoming DTMF tones were being blocked, which messes up our whole reason for having a phone number at all. In desperation I went back to our original provider and bought a new DID; it also blocked DTMF. Arrrrggghh. Even though it’s a service we’re paying for, the entire operation is run by a single dude who only answers questions when he feels like it. In this instance he probably assumed that the fault was at my end and simply ignored my requests for assistance. Customers are such a pain in the arse aren’t they?

But it’s not my configuration. I know, because I have wasted literally hours trying to test it. Also, it used to work fine with our previous DID.

One of the other options I’d been looking at was Google Voice – but there doesn’t seem to be a way to forward calls to a SIP address (unless you use a thing called “Gizmo5” which, since its acquisition by Google is not accepting new customers).

And then, only this morning, I discovered that Asterisk now supports Google Talk! All that was needed was to:

1. recompile asterisk with the inclusion of the Gtalk channel driver
2. set our google voice number to forward to Google Talk
3. edit jabber.conf and gtalk.conf to connect to my Google Talk account

and it works! That’s a free, local DID, and another cheap outbound call provider.

It does worry me to give the Empire more support, but until they start producing crappy overpriced software and services that don’t work, I can’t help it.

The end of the year, regardless of which calendar you follow, is frequently used as a time for reflection. Why that’s the case is anybody’s guess, but I like to think that it comes down to the prospect of a new year; we can look back with a rose-tinted view of the horrors of the previous year and comfort ourselves that the next year may be better.

We have now been living in the US for over three years. This means that the date will soon end in 2011, despite the fact that 2006, 1997, and 1989 are still really quite recent. Additionally, my young wife and I will both be 40 this year, whatever that means. Obviously that’s not true, because we’re still 24, but we do appear to be moving through time a great deal faster than ever before. Einstein accurately described what happens as you speed up: you increase mass! And fuck me that’s exactly what’s happened (to me anyway)!

Humans are extremely adept at adapting to new surroundings and conditions – in fact that’s probably one of our most valuable qualities. However as a result of this talent we find it extremely difficult to assess our experiences; after a brief periods of adaption, every thing just seems…sort of…normal. But now and again it pays to enumerate some of ones achievements, no matter how minor and inconsequential they seem at the time, just for posterity.

Now, I started writing this last night and ran out of steam at this point. But tonight, frankly, I can’t be arsed either.

It snowed a bit.

This is geeky. Be warned.

There are some telltale signs when a server has been hacked – and nowadays I can smell them as clearly as I can smell bacon. Last night one of our servers exhibited the dead-cert-hack behaviour. To cut a long and tedious story short, I didn’t get to bed until around 3, and the problem was still not solved despite having access (albeit limited and a bit crap) to a KVM.
On reflection it’s hardly surprising the box got hacked – it was running Debian “Etch” which lost support in 2009. But what got me was how far wrong I was with my assumptions.

I’d assumed the rootkit was a kernel module and thus a right bugger to shift. It wasn’t. In fact it was an old fashioned SHV5 rootkit which nobbles programs like ifconfig, netstat, ps and friends. I didn’t think people still used them! Consequently they should be really easy to fix…but they weren’t. As root, trying to delete any of them failed with a “Permission Denied” error. This confirmed my theory that a kernel module was involved. The worst problem with this was that no matter how I tried to boot a clean kernel – these files were still immutable. It was really quite distressing.

After some Googling, I’d noticed a pattern in the clueless comments of users that asserted the protection of these binaries was down to filesystem attributes such as “immutable”. Obviously, in this day and age this was rubbish! If you 0wn the kernel, you can do what you like. But out of desperation, I tried using lsattr and chattr…and, fuck me, it worked!

The entire rootkit was removed without any special booting or rescue disk. Jesus guys – that is so 2000!

Meanwhile my colleague, and benefactor, on the other side of the globe, had been running some backups to protect against the worse case scenario. Our hacker friend was coming from a netblock in Poland, and no matter what I did, the fucker still managed to get back in. It was driving me mad!

I had blocked every single hole: pam libraries, sshd, etc etc yet the fucker was still able to glide in and do his bandwidth-destroying work!

It was only during an IM session with my colleague that a correlation became apparent: every time he started a backup job, it got killed. I checked his IP address and realised that for the past few hours I was battling against him! The crackers hadn’t tried anything else all day – I was tilting at Windmills (well, at my friend).

In defence, his netblock was very similar to our Polish friend’s. But it doesn’t stop me feeling like a bit of a prick.

My friend, colleague, and “alter-ego” (according to Wikipedia editors) has published this article about why Wikipedia is currently broken.

It’s official, I do not exist. This came as quite a shock to me because it means everything I’ve ever done and experienced is an illusion. My wife’s gonna kill me!
This astonishing find came to light when a couple of particularly dimwitted and highly authoritarian Wikipedia editors proved that I am simply an invention of my friend, colleague and guru, Mr Fritz. When work finds out there’ll be trouble – he’s been claiming two salaries!

Obviously, I wouldn’t have believed this, but I can’t dispute the facts: The CheckUser Tool (whoever he may be) has CONFIRMED I don’t exist! What a massively impressive tool he is.

As I may have mentioned before, all of this ridiculousness led me away from ever wanting any interaction with Wikipedia again. It saddens me on so many levels, but I can’t help appreciating the irony of the situation. Not only did I get banned as a result of trying to persuade my work colleague that Wikipedia editors aren’t a bunch of jumped-up, paranoid, power-mongers, but also the final insult was being accused of “Excessive vandalism” – despite the vast majority of my edits being concerned with reverting acts of vandalism.

In the end, it would be unfair to blame the specific Fascists, twats and witless dullards involved in this case, because the entire administrator class of Wikipedia is currently severely broken.

Wikipedia has turned out to be a brilliant model of the Russian Revolution. Initially grand ideas about equality and justice caused the movement. Slowly a class system became established which was fraught with paranoia and fear – all of the enforcers believing that they were acting on behalf of “the cause”, but losing track of what that meant. Stalin was the ultimate exponent of this.

Luckily Wikipedia is just a website. If it were a state, then “deletionism” would have quite sinister overtones.

It’s ok, I will not mention this business again. Even my bitterness has receded, only to be replaced by sadness, disappointment and pity.

But good things have happened too, not least of which was discovering that the Thin Lizzy album I bought 15 years ago turns out not to be crap after all and instead it’s really bloody excellent. Is this what age does to us? Or is it just because I’ve finally got my vinyl hooked up again after so many years?

Also we had our office Christmas “do” on Monday. One of the great things about eating out with the rest of your workplace (apart from the free food and drink) is the considerable amount of entropy involved in seating. You end up sitting around people you don’t normally talk to for the rest of the year. Obviously it can go either way, but unless you’re really unlucky, it’s usually more positive than negative.

It’s cold.

It’s that time of year when we endanger the entire house by putting more dubious electrical lighting in yet more dangerous places. So, we now have a bunch of light-up birdies on the front porch, and our traditional beautiful tree. Luckily we also have a GFPC on the circuit.

Other than that, I spent the day watching films that added more fuel to my internal fire: Collapse and The Corporation. The first of the two is something that I’d recommend every left-leaning USA resident watches: it’s essentially one guy talking about oil, economics and the planet. I can’t say any more – just watch it.

Also a couple of episodes of Firefly; one was genuinely brilliant, one was mediocre. The only thing I can say with conviction about that series is that I genuinely wish someone would just throw “River” out into space.

Well, here’s a funny thing. Since the last post I have proved myself absolutely wrong.
Writing about the individual events is irritating and pretty pointless. In a nutshell, I will no longer be contributing to Wikipedia in any way (i.e. in spirit or in cash). If you are interested in petty crap and you’re also extremely bored, then by all means try some of the following:

• Someone else’s experience
• The problem
• The complaint
• The end [Update: The End]