What's your favourite disassembler? Mine's a font:
When I say macros, I mean Lisp-style macros, not C/C++ preprocessor macros. The difference is that Lisp-style macros are actual functions which can perform arbitrary computation, whereas preprocessor macros are essentially a template system that can only insert text.
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While the idea of reverse FQDNs may seem straightforward, there are several potential gotchas that need to be addressed for this attack to work properly. It relies on the coordinated abuse of two different services: getting a free IPv6 tunnel and getting name servers that resolve the reverse DNS domain to the owner’s content. The IPv6 tunnel encapsulates IPv6 traffic and sends it over IPv4, but the actor doesn’t need or use the tunnel. It’s simply an easy way to get administrative access to a free IPv6 range. The tunnel isn’t surprising, but the ability to claim ownership of a .arpa domain with a DNS provider is. Given the reserved nature of the .arpa TLD, we wouldn’t expect it to be as easy as entering the domain in a web form. When we evaluated a few DNS providers to check if they were vulnerable, this was the point in the process that was ultimately the determining factor. If the provider prevented us from claiming ownership of a .arpa domain, either by explicitly denying the request or by the request failing, we considered the DNS provider not vulnerable.
# Call an endpoint
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# https://developer.download.nvidia.com/cg/asin.html
I’d started getting inconveniently teary—frequently stepping out for a cry in the Most Beautiful Freezer in the World. Christmas at the Pole required a grand feast, no small part of which consisted of the desserts, candies, and breads that I was responsible for. Maybe it was the holiday pressure, or maybe it was the weeks of solitary nights in the kitchen. But when I sat down before my shift one night with a mechanic friend, her pink beanie smeared with grease, her innocent question broke me. “How are you?” can be dangerous. My throat tightened. I wiped at my face, trying to make the tears disappear. As I caught my breath, I gulped that I’d exhausted myself and missed my family. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ve cried in front of everyone on station.” We were all stuck there, holding out as best we could; like family members, we eventually figured out how to be lonely together.，详情可参考新收录的资料