The T-zone

I am sick and tired of the phrase "energy crisis." Firstly, there is absolutely no such thing as an "energy crisis." You can't run out of energy. It's impossible. Energy doesn't disappear or come from nowhere. Energy is energy. A lot of energy that you get in an internal combustion engine is wasted in the "combustion" bit: it leaves as heat. That doesn't mean it isn't there.

ENERGY WILL NEVER APPEAR OR DISAPPEAR. IT ONLY TURNS INTO A DIFFERENT KIND OF ENERGY.

That being said, the term "energy crisis" is used to mean something frighteningly real: our disturbing lack of oil.

Yeah, we're running out of oil, what can we do about it? Why don't we liberate another third-world country? God forbid we drill in the oil reserves in Texas or Alaska... we might kill an antelope! We all know that's an infinitely worse offense than killing thousands of innocent Iraqis.

Oh, wait, nevermind.

I'm sorry, this isn't a political rant, back on track.

If energy doesn't disappear, I can almost guarantee you that there's a way to conserve that energy. The alternator in your car uses some of the energy from the engine to recharge your battery. You could generate massive voltage by using the HEAT from your engine, too.

How? Two words: Seebeck Effect. You have two wires that are made from different materials (ex. chromel and alumel, used in a Type K thermocouple) and are joined at both ends. When you heat the junction at one end you get voltage at the other. This is the way thermocouples work. You measure the voltage generated by an ice bath at 0°C and then the voltage generated by whatever it is you're taking the temperature of. Then you just convert the difference in voltage back to °C and you're in business.

And what about hydrogen fuel cells? We've got 60 of those puppies out waltzing around in DC. Apparently we have anywhere from 20-40 years of oil left on earth. At the rate fuel cells are developing, it's entirely possible that their use could be widespread enough that in 20 years it will have made a significant impact on our oil usage. I doubt it, though.

Methane hydrates. Solid methane deposits under the sea. Apparently they could turn into a gas, rise into the atmosphere and combust, effectively setting the planet on fire. We know they're there, we've been able to bring them to the surface and utilize them. They're a perfectly valid source of energy.

Ethanol. Ethanol is perhaps the easiest fuel to produce: throw some corn mash in with some brewer's yeast for a few weeks and then freeze the alcohol out of it. Ethanol is more expensive to produce than gasoline, apparently, but not by much. I propose gradually introducing it into gasoline in larger percentages until it's almost, if not entirely, composed of ethanol. I know that a percentage of gasoline is already ethanol; why not keep increasing it until gasoline use is severely cut back?

In conclusion, don't panic.

Firstly I'd like to draw your attention to this:
The Safety Elevator: we can go where we want to.

Also, yes, we're still filming Dumbass and I've got another gem for you guys... at Conor's request, we blew up a grapefruit, not that impressive, but it was pretty fun shit.

I expect Dumbass out fairly soon; in the next month or so.

Plz die. Kthxbye.

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HI THIS POST IS REALLY ANNOYING!

Here are some things not to do.

FADED TEXT IS FOR LAMERS!

Lamer = AOLer. They mean the same thing.

Anyone who uses caps or "faded" colors in their text is probably an AOLer. Stab them.

The <blink> tag is ALSO for lamers and only has ONE legitimate use as pointed out by UserFriendly:
Schrödinger's Cat is not dead.

Also, you might be FUCKING RETARDED if you've ever done anything like THIS:
HI WELCOME TO MY WEBSITE SIGN THE GUESTBOOK PLZ KTHXBYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Just letting you know.

Looking for an example of everything NOT to do on a website? One word: Xanga.

"Xanga" comes from the Greek "xangos" which means "I'm a trendy-ass poser who thinks pop culture is all that and a bag of chips please stab me in the face kthx."

Firstly, NOBODY IS FUCKING INTERESTED IN READING ABOUT YOUR LIFE. Your life sucks. It's boring. Why should anyone bother checking out your Xanga over everyone else's? I'm not going to wait for your 5-meg layout with a background that makes the text unreadable and an MP3 of your favorite band to load just so I can read this boring shit.

If you want to write about your life and you expect people to actually read it, I have a tip:
DON'T PUT APPEARANCE OVER CONTENT.

I cannot stress this enough. Nobody gives a fuck about your daily life, but the flashy layouts make it worse. Here are some no-nos:

• Backgrounds that clash and make the text impossible to read.
• Really tiny fonts.
• Background music.
• Background images (99% of the time).
• Custom cursors (nobody thinks trying to navigate with a crosshair is cool).
• ANYTHING WITH THE "ANARCHY SYMBOL" OR A HAMMER-AND-SICKLE.
• Happy Bunny.
• Good Charlotte.
• Anything with X's in the username (i.e., "xXLiLbAbIiGuRlXx").
• Links to your favorite clothing chains.
• AlTeRnAtInG cApS.
• XD!
• ^_^
• o_O, O_O;, -_-, x_x, or any other retarded "anime" faces.
• Emoticons in general (if you use images).
• Not linking to me and/or giving me all your money.

More to come. By the way...

THIS POST IS REALLY ANNOYING LOL OMGWTFBBQ!!!!!!1!11111!!!!!!!o!oNEONEONEONE

...and he went on down to New Orleans.

I'm writing from social studies; I have about 2 minutes.

Just wanted to say that school SUCKS.

Kthx.

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Best. Commercial. EVER.

The above funny media clips bear the T-zone Seal of Leetness(tm).

OK, firstly, anything you read here is for educational purposes only blah blah blah blah blah.

Now then, on to the good stuff.

The first step in getting root access on a site is gathering information on it. You AT LEAST need the IP of the server - Phaster has a nice page that lets you do an IP lookup on the domain name. Do that first.

Now you'll want to do a port scan. There are plenty of programs that do this for you. I use SuperScan, if you have a better one, let me know.

Generally speaking, port 80 or 8080 will always be open - one of these is used for HTTP, almost always 80. Some other commonly-used ports are 21, 25, and 110.

Once you've found some open ports, try connecting to them via Telnet. If port 25 is open, you may be able to send anonymous e-mails - try this:
Open a command prompt and type "Telnet".
Type "open [site's IP or hostname] 25".
Once it's connected, type "helo localhost".
To spoof mail, type the following:
MAIL FROM:
RCPT TO:
DATA
Subject: (subject here)
Type your message body here.

Type a single line with just a period on it to end data input and send your message. Note that most telnet clients will get weird if you use backspace, so if something doesn't work, try typing it again and make sure you don't make any typos.

If you should find that an FTP port is open (SuperScan will tell you), use Telnet (NOT an FTP client) to connect to this port. Type "syst" and it should tell you what operating system the server is using (usually UNIX type L8). Login as anonymous (with a fake e-mail address as a password obviously) if it asks you to.

More later.

Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.

But that's OK.

I think it would be cool if the public education system were actually effective.

Maybe I'd be learning something.

All this fucking homework I have would be useful.

Scalloped potatoes own your baby.

Food.

It's yummy, guys.

Doritos especially.

But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned?
I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned.
The torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue,
thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun,
all my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone,
can't this wait til I'm old?
Can't I live while I'm young?

I'm a tired T-zone.

Father forgive me, for I have sinned.

I fell asleep!

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.

Not feeling so well in my stomach.

I blame it all on the antibiotics.

I shall return later to blog more before the marathon is up.

Leave it on press, depress depress.

LLAMA

taboot, taboot.

No, I'm not going to get overly Xanga-ish with this sort of thing - I spotted it on Andy's blog and thought it was neat.

By the way:

WittySquirrel's Insane Ramblings
The Gravy Train
Everything Irish

Just some other bloggers participating in the marathon. :-)

Please her with a tweezer.

No, I'm not dead.

I've checked the horse's pulse and I hearby pronounce it dead. DROP THE FUCKING TERRI SCHIAVO CASE. She's fucking DEAD. Arguing about it won't solve a fucking THING, cockbags.

Which reminds me, capital punishment is sux0r. Killing more people won't bring anybody back. Way to go assholes, fight fire with fire. A government strategy whose effectiveness is matched only by that of the War on Drugs.

Vote T-zone for President in 2028.

am hydrogen.

I am oxygen.

I am...

I am confused.

And tired.

More than a little bit weirded out.

...if you ain't got no pocket.

Now I'm convinced the whole day long
that all I learn is always wrong,
and things are true that I forget,
but no one's taught that to me yet.

I ought to see the Man Mulcahey
I ought to see the Man Mulcahey
I ought to see the Man Mulcahey
I ought to see the Man Mulcahey

Attention readers:
My eyes hurt. I hope they aren't bleeding.

That is all.

You know what's awesome?

Pizza.

Caffeine is your friend.

If I could have sex with it, I would.

My brother has gone to fetch caffeine.

I remain here, ever-vigilant.

Never fear, T-ZONE IS HERE!

"Bohemian Rhapsody" - Queen

This is my favorite song of all time.

If you don't like it, tough shit.

Heading out to Wal-Mart soon.

Night has fallen; I need to get caffeine for my all-night blogging-ness.

Aye. I'm leet.

And... a banana.

There's turkey for all.

I'm a pirate.

And a ninja.

And a samurai.

And an assassin.

And a Mafia boss.

And a CIA Agent.

And your MOM.

Burn.

How am I going to pull this one off?

I'm awfully tired.

No, your hero T-zone is going to be sleeping in the computer room making sure he's awake to blog every half hour.

Just because I'm fucking ELEET like that.

Also, I love coffee.

People who say things about you simply out of spite.

You can't take words back.

Stop fucking faking it.

Grace Slick: the White Rabbit

By Jason Smith

Grace Slick is considered to be one of the most powerful female voices of rock ‘n’ roll and was influential to the psychedelic, acid-rock culture of the 1960’s and ‘70’s. Her eccentric personality, outrageous behavior, strong voice and musical talent drew much attention to her, especially as the lead singer of the San Francisco band Jefferson Airplane. Her composition “White Rabbit,” which used imagery from “Alice in Wonderland” to depict the effects of hallucinogenic drugs, is often the first thing to come to mind when Jefferson Airplane is mentioned, along with Grace Slick and the Great Society’s “Somebody to Love.”

Grace was born Grace Barnett Wing on October 30, 1939 in a Chicago suburb. Her father was an investment banker and her mother an actress and singer. Her easy-going attitude earned her the childhood nickname “Grouser,” and her blonde hair was a completely different look than the image the public later had of a brunette. She went to Finch College in New York and the University of Miami in Florida where she was an art major. She first saw Jefferson Airplane at a San Francisco club in 1965 and was inspired to start her own rock band with her then-husband, Jerry Slick. This group was called Grace Slick and the Great Society and it was while she was with them that she wrote her classic, “White Rabbit,” and Jerry’s brother Darby Slick composed “Somebody to Love,” for which Grace provided powerful vocals. In 1966 the Great Society broke up and Grace was asked to join the Jefferson Airplane, which she did.

Grace’s contribution to the world of music was major. She is considered to be one of the most influential females in rock ‘n’ roll and has an incredibly powerful voice, with which she often imitates the sound of an electric guitar, one of her claims to fame. Even without a microphone, her voice is quick to overpower the rest of the band. Her debut with the Jefferson Airplane was on their album, “Surrealistic Pillow,” probably their most famous work and synonymous with the term “psychedelic rock.” Grace is also known for her outgoing personality and eccentric lifestyle. On one occasion, during an outdoor concert, it started to rain. Grace didn’t want to get her blouse wet, so she opted to perform topless instead. Perhaps her biggest claim to fame is authoring Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit,” a song set to a bolero tempo which is said to criticize parents who read stories like “Alice In Wonderland” to their children, in which Alice takes pills to make herself change size, and then wonder why their children take drugs in later years. Grace’s strong voice is emphasized in this piece, as there are no backup vocals, and her voice starts out at a fairly quiet volume and builds dramatically until it peaks on the last few lines.

I wrote about Grace Slick because I wanted to write about a woman who made a large contribution to the world of rock. I’ve been a Jefferson Airplane fan for a while and “White Rabbit” stuck out in my mind. It wasn’t only Grace’s contributions to rock that made her a hit; it was her outgoing personality and lifestyle. Her wit made her a favorite with audiences, and she later said that she attributed it to reading a lot when she was younger so that when an attractive girl walked in the room, she could say something and make them look stupid in front of the men. Her many stunts earned her quite a name with the press. Among them were attending a tea party held by Richard Nixon’s daughter, who had also attended Finch College. She arrived with ‘60’s radical Abbie Hoffman as her escort, but upon spotting Hoffman, Secret Service agents threw them both out. Grace later admitted that they had planned to slip LSD in the President’s tea.

Today, Grace is an eccentric older woman whose hair is now completely white (probably due to the dye it was subjected to during her younger years). She enjoys painting and has done portraits of friends such as Jimi Hendrix and Jerry Garcia. From the beginning of her musical career in 1965 until her last album 30 years later in 1995, Grace has made an amazing contribution not only to the acid-rock culture but to rock ‘n’ roll in general. Her stunning stage presence has made her a favorite for live performances, and her offstage antics have caused her name to be associated with the ‘60’s spirit of rebellion. Grace Slick is truly one of the most talented and well-known women of rock.

Some people call me the SPACE COWBOYYYYY.... yeaaaah.

Some call me the gangster of looooove...

Oh, sorry, you caught me singing.

"The Joker" - Steve Miller Band

This song is cooler than you AND your mom. Download. Now.

April FUCKING Fool's, bitches.

That's right, I haven't really been arrested, and no, my little brother isn't taking over.

This place also isn't getting a makeover.

Just to clear up any misconceptions you may have had.

Blogging marathon - I'll be updating every half-hour if I remember. Till 1:30 tomorrow afternoon. Fucking w00t.

I love me.

Ummm........... yeah.

I'm T-Zone's brother NATO, he left his passwords lying around When the feds took him..... Lol. Idk, um........I like pink, lol, and HENDRIX cause he's GOD........lol and some ohter stuff.

Incase you haven't heard he was arrested on hacking charges......Lol. What an idiot.

Neway I'll be updating this thing After I make it look good.......lol it needs a makeover...so stay tuned cause what I have to say is probably cooler than What he had To say anyway.

"Scuse me while I kiss the sky." -Jimi Hendrix