************************************************************************* * __ __ * * _____ ____ ____ ______/ |_____ ____ ___ ______/ |___________ * * \__ \/ \ / __ \/ ___\ __\ \ _ \/ \/ ___\ __/__ \_ __ \ * * / __ \_ | \ /_/ >\__ \| | Y Y \<_> ) | \__ \| |\ ___/| | \/ * * (____ /_| /___ /____ >|__|__|_| /___/__| /___ >|__| \__ \|__| * * \/ \/____/ \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ * * 7.25.02 angstmonster issue 1 * ************************************************************************* ¡written and edited (poorly) by gir¡ Because I never dream in ASCII! ¡contents¡ Blazing Through Another Sort of Daylight A Little Beatnik Afterthought Better Than Toll House Sniffing People's 802.11b ################### # Blazing Through # # Another Sort of # # Daylight # ################### Sometimes tracing the light off of the reflective surface of the cool dawn was enough to get him excited, but not today. There was a ring around the moon again last night and it was just so much bright lush orange that all the power of the sun couldn't change his feeling toward things anymore. After the last couple of nights, with all the rings and odd colors of moonbeams, Paul was glad he'd been unable to sleep. Sleep was an afterthought that gave him the opportunity to watch the moon and his new rings dance around all night while they thought no one was watching. Because as Paul figured, most people don't pay attention to the moon after one in the morning. It's just a matter of when the people around him going to bed so early like he normally did. (Sunsets, for the longest time, had been the most important of the celestial acts Paul could view.) But the moon, how he laughed so hardily last night, over the music of the stars and atmosphere... Paul had never seen the sun so happy to be dancing in the sky. In fact the sun seemed more prudish than the moon, but that was just Paul's view of things. For some reason, the aged jolliness of the moon was like that of an Italian man, if Santa Claus was Italian and made of cheese, he'd be the moon every day that isn't Christmas. That wasn't enough to describe the moon though, not last night. Imagine the most wonderful moments of your life all compacted into a bright light that spun around you to a rhythm that was bigger than you, more amazing and potent than your existence and all those bright light great moments began to pulse around you to the beat of some celestial song that was hummed by lips that stirred the greatness of creation with a flick of a wrist and a need to see more use put out of the nothing that was before all of you. The aged memories are specks of little bits of the fondest and the worst times but the potent ones, they pulse the loudest when the revolutions cross your eyes. The sorts of things that alter your life forever but no one ever knows why. As those moments pulse and flicker their encoded memories across your eyes, you smile like Paul smiles because after an experience like this Paul hasn't been to sleep in weeks... #################### # A Little Beatnik # # Afterthought # #################### /\ b /\ "man this grass /\ ! /\ -was that english!?! /\ ° /\ \ o-o / it rattles \ O_o / \ 0 0 / |V-V| it rolls | | worse... beatnik!- | ° | | # | but it's no rock man" | O | | n | /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\ ? /\ -aren't they like hippies? /\ ° /\ -all they do is sit in /\ ? /\ \ O_o / \ 0 0 / coffee houses and \ O_o / | | worse...beatniks!- | ° | snap and say | | | O | | n | "man" a lot. That's it?- | O | /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\/\/\/\ /\ ° /\ /\ ? /\ /\ ° /\ man, that's /\ ! /\ /\ ° /\ \ 0 0 / \ O_o / \ 0 0 / so cool, man.- \ O_o / \ 0 0 / | ° | | | | ° | | | | ° | -wait, what'd | n | | O | | n | -i guess so. | O | | n | you say? /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\/\/\/\ /\ b /\ - man grass isn't /\ ° /\ /\ b /\ \ O-o / it's not \ 0 0 / \ o-o / *snap snap* | _ | man grass | ° | -NOOOOOOOOOOO! |V-V| | # | there's a lot! | O | | # | the end! /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\/\/\ (Note to self: snap more in public...) ############### # Better Than # # Toll House # ############### The following is a recipe my mom found in some really old cookbook of a long since passed relative of long ago. These cookies are really good and if you are a big fan of the chocolate and the chip, I suggest you make some for yourself. (Or find a loved one to make some for you.) 1 c. plus 2 Tbsp. all-purpose flour ½ tsp. baking soda ½ tsp salt ½ tsp. hot water ½ c. shortening ½ tsp. vanilla flavoring 6 Tbsp. sugar 1 (6 oz.) package semi-sweet 6 Tbsp. dark brown sugar chocolate pieces 1 egg Heat oven to 375°. Sift flour with salt. Work shortening with spoon until creamy. Add sugar slowly continuing to work until light. Beat eggs and add to mixture. Add flour mixture alternately with soda dissolved in hot watter. Add vanilla. Fold in chocolate. Add by rounded teaspoon 2-inches apart on greased cookie sheets. Bake in moderately hot oven at 375° for 10 to 12 minutes or until done. This recipe works well when doubled! ##################### # Sniffing People's # # 802.11b # ##################### (to the tune of the Dead Kennedy's "Stealing People's Mail") We got ourselves a yaggi We just installed kismet We got ourselves a cisco But is your WAP encrypted? We're Sniffing WiFi Traffic sniffing Wifi Traffic sniffing Wifi Traffic On a friday night WarDriving in the city Spotting linksys after linksys Still set to the default For anyone to 0wn And we found ISPs, grocery stores, retail chains Connections to DSL, T-1's and 0C3's Logins, passwords, and mail spools What you bought at the book store We're gonna sniff your Wifi Traffic On a Friday night We're gonna sniff your Wifi Traffic Under the city lights We got tcpdump after tcpdump After tcpdump after tcpdump After tcpdump after tcpdump Of the private lives of you Ha Ha! People say that we're criminals We're just curious But when we spot your network We're rolling on the floor And we found ISPs, grocery stores, retail chains Connections to DSL, T-1's and 0C3's Logins, passwords, and mail spools What you bought at the book store We're gonna sniff your Wifi Traffic On a Friday night We're gonna sniff your Wifi Traffic Under the city lights And when it's done We'll mark our favorite spots And Dump it to MapQuest To share with our friends Next Friday, we'll do it all again! ¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿? What you have just read was a step into the unknown spontaneous and poorly edited thoughts for sharing collectively known as "Angstmonster." All thoughts on the matter can be sent to or you can just visit the site http://www.angstmonster.org and see what you think. (But I won't promise any content to anyone.) Submissions of all sorts are welcome! Everything from prose and poetry to rants and opinions, creative text art, recipes for yummy food, reviews of stuff, etc. Thanks and enjoy your day... copyright 2002 issue 1 angstmonster.org 7.25.02 Feel free to redistribute this document, although no fee can be charged and the content must not be altered or modified in any way. Unauthorized use of any part of this document is prohibited. All rights reserved. (and stuff)