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2019

Yes, "HTTPS Everywhere" includes your dumb server. That's what everywhere means.

It’s hard to pretend that privacy isn’t important these days when every other day there’s another story about a data breach leaking millions of peoples’ private data into the public when they were really meant to be shipped off to a government surveillance program, or that Facebook was again lying and selling your account security phone number to every company who had spare change to spend on it, or some other equally dystopian nightmare. Unfortunately there’s not a lot any individual person can do to prevent that sort of stuff (except maybe deleting your Facebook, which you should definitely do), but you can limit what you do out in the open by encrypting everything.

I remember thinking it would take a man six hundred years to tunnel through the internet to Sweden. Old openVPN did it in less than twenty.

In this week’s installment of Extremely Justified TBH Privacy Paranoia Theater, we’ll take a look at making sure one of the most popular download tools isn’t broadcasting to everyone in between your ethernet port and your peers in Estonia what kind of weird torrents you’re into.

2016

I mean, kind of. Only the low-res versions. So low-res theft. It's like a misdemeanor at best.

The web is a wild, untamable mass of infinitely shareable information. It was designed to be entirely open; anything on it would be downloadable by anyone else with a connection. This is the reason your browser has a “Save image” menu option when you right click a photo and not even the most proprietary-focused, litigious, IP-clutching companies can do anything about it. So when I headed over to the album that my friend’s wedding photographer had posted, and saw that right clicking was blocked, I was filled with the spirit of Stallman himself and a self-righteous drive to free these photos from their DRM-ish prison.

2015

Maven? Adding totally unnecessary complexity to what should otherwise be a very simple task? No way!

In my real job, we use Jenkins to build our junk. Actually, two instances of Jenkins (don’t ask). Actually, two instances of Jenkins that write artifacts to a Maven repository and also to a special location in Perforce (seriously, don’t ask). We live in a strange world somewhere between a number of build tools and processes standardized within the company and usually end up using some combination of them that we duct tape together with some python code, shell scripts, and happy thoughts.

2013

If you’re friends with me on Facebook, you know that I like to run and I’m trying to do more of it these days. You would know this, because the Nike+ Running app I use to track distance, time, and pace of my runs likes to force-feed your news feed with all the same details whether I ask it to or not. You might assume that disabling the automatic sharing options in the app preferences, along with never opening the “SHARE THIS RUN!” pane would result in my runs never being shared. But you would be completely wrong. Idiot. You obviously have no idea how the Nike Social Marketing strategy works.

Today I’d like to address a serious and growing concern, becoming especially prevalent among college students who are now, just as I was a few years ago, too cheap/poor/cool to have proper furniture: Burning down their dorms by leaving laptops on their beds. This is a trend that is destroying lives and student housing across the country, but could be easily stopped if we all just took a moment to become educated about the issue and the devices we often spend so much time using.

A dark cloud had surrounded me, blocking out the sun. Every move I made only seemed to make the darkness more dense and take the bright rays of hope farther from my reach. My situation was becoming more and more claustrophobic and dire every day. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go much longer on in this way, and was determined that if this truly was the end, I wouldn’t be going out without a fight. So I tried something. Something foolish and crazy; something dangerous and possibly indicative of a serious mental condition. I tried the only option I had left. I disabled nativeEvents in Internet Explorer.

2012