Freedom to Tinker ? Blog Archive ? Making and Breaking HDCP Handshakes

Freedom to Tinker ? Blog Archive ? Making and Breaking HDCP Handshakes: “In the real system, where the secret vectors have forty entries, not four, it takes a conspiracy of about forty devices, with known private vectors, to break HDCP completely. But that is eminently doable, and it’s only a matter of time before someone does it”

The great white copy-protection hope of the Media industries destroyed by simple combination of equations – what I’d call GCSE level maths. I don’t think Private Industry is more efficient than Public, I believe that private companies just make enough unfair profit and pay their employees, on average, unfairly less so that they can spend some of it on marketing. Hence I’m not at all surprised at this or Crapita’s endless bollixing up of national databases.


NINTENDO: “Introducing… Wee.

As in ‘we.’

While the code-name ‘Revolution’ expressed our direction, Wee represents the answer.

Wee will break down that wall that separates video game players from everybody else.

Wee will put people more in touch with their games… and each other. But you’re probably asking: What does the name mean?

Wee sounds like ‘we,’ which emphasises this console is for everyone.

Wee can easily be remembered by people around the world, no matter what language they speak. No confusion. No need to abbreviate. Just Wee.

Wee has a distinctive ‘ii’ spelling that symbolizes both the unique controllers and the image of people gathering to play.

And Wee, as a name and a console, brings something revolutionary to the world of video games that sets it apart from the crowd.

So that’s Wee. But now Nintendo needs you.

Because, it’s really not about you or me.

It’s about Wee.

And together, Wee will change everything.”

(The Nintendo revolution’s real name has just been revealed to be “Wii”.)
Here’s a sample of the variety of colours it will come in.

Wee in England means micturate and causes hilarity.
Oui in France means yes sounds kinda cool.
Wee in Dutch means sickly and causes worry.
I couldn’t find any more translations, but if you’ve got any, comment!

Also, Chris posted on the forum

I’m stuck

I’m stuck. Sometimes, when I’m feeling a bit ill and I’ve got lots of things to do, I can’t do anything. My head’s been like that all week. S’just stuck. It’s not writer’s block, it’s just anything block – can barely get up and come into work, can’t sleep, can’t write or email, can’t motivate myself to even drink a glass of water or go home at the end of the day. Very odd, but it’s definitely a “number of things” problem.

DevilDucky – The Atheist’s Nightmare

DevilDucky – The Atheist’s Nightmare

Because a banana fits perfectly in a human hand, because a banana looks yummy and because a banana fits perfectly in your mouth, Ray Comfort asserts (on this film) that this indicates it was intelligently designed. Never mind that bananas have been selectively bred by humans for ten thousand years (so selectively bred, the main clone cultivar “Cavendish” will soon be extinct due to its total susceptibility to Panama Disease), never mind the millions of edible things that don’t fit perfectly or look good, never mind the initial horror and repugnance their appearance elicited in Victorian England, here’s a feller who thinks that they’re a sign of God’s divine benevolence.

Taking the Nandollar

Taking the Nandollar

I wrote about Nando’s chicken, incidentally, in a big review I did recently (the Elder Scrolls Oblivion – my quotes are all over London posters advertising it at the moment), mentioning that we’d been talking about the game over dinner at said Peri-peri bound establishment. I went on holiday, ahem, a Press Trip, and came back to find that Nandos (in the person of their friendly PR) have sent me several vouchers for free meals for two at their restaurants. Altogether, considering Nando’s prices and my wage, it’s a substantial sum of money – enough freebies that I need eat nothing else for a week. Woo, lucky me!


Obviously, this means I am now a whore, I’ve taken Nandos’ shilling, I shall in my not-too-distant dotage be forced to don a chicken suit and stand outside the futuristic Nandos with its evanescent chicken steak and traditional reformed longpig patties, and entice passers-by in with cock noises…

I’d like to protest I intended none of this, but the Nandobots tracked me down and reeducated me into their poultry loveness. Who shall I reference next though? Chupa Chups? Barratt’s homes? Pamela Anderson’s wotsits? What do I want in life, and what am I willing to sell to get it?