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Hoorah for vulnerability!

It's articles like these that don't much faze me. Mainly cuz I'm nerd enough to already know some of this stuff. Also, it makes a callout to a WEP hacking software platform I'm more than slightly familiar with *ahem*.

No, not the main thing they're talking about in the article--Firesheep. No, just good ole Aircrack-ng. I mainly use it to get some internets when I need'em and don't have a WEP key for any of the available wifi networks. There are ways of using Aircrack-ng and related software to steal people's identities and passwords and stuff, but that's hardly what I'm interested in (or knowledgeable enough about XD).

Anyway, so I'm not all that surprised to hear that, yet again, there's some big ugly weakness--privacy or otherwise--readily present in the internets. Just knowing and playing with and reading up on Aircrack has taught me plenty about the pitfalls of internet/cyber security.

I will admit that I'm somewhat surprised how easy it is to exploit this one. Apparently any ole n00b can abuse it with Firesheep. That's a facepalm-of-frustration waiting to happen to nerds everywhere. No longer can we feel l33t!!


What baffles me, though, is that this software was released all the way back in October.

It's been three months. Three fucking months.

And, more or less, this issue wasn't unknown even before then. And yet it's only just gotten covered in the NYtimes. Many major sites still haven't implemented solutions. Granted, as the article points out, that isn't as easy a task as it is to complain about, but still. I'd have hoped for more terrified millions to have stormed the gates/servers demanding moar security.

Ah well, these things happen, I suppose.


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