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These days, I’m a network consultant. A post-modern itinerant witch doctor, wandering from village to village to shake my chicken bones over the sick. Unless I’m working on a large project, my day typically involves
Some ungodly hour in the morning, way before my alarms usually go off. There’s a rebellion going on inside my body, a coup d’état in my own personal Banana Republic. I hear the dull distant
Late night with the Cisco CSC-SSM-10 again, and I’m snuffling like a keen beagle through a week’s worth of accumulated spam that has collected into a catchall address. Sweet Jaysus. What is the point of
Late night at home, remoted into a customer’s firewall to do some recreational tweaking of a spam filter. (There’s nothing good on TV except reruns of the Addam’s Family movies from the early 90s, the
This weekend, I configured an ASA 5510 firewall. Plugged it in to the network and started testing. When I looked at the rear of the firewall, this is what I saw: Here is a close-up