Good luck. This is fundamentally not going to be used in something that any of the contributors to this would ever [receive] any benefit or gain from.

This is a huge expenditure for organizations.

We can stand up and tell people they ought to be keeping up-to-date with patches, but in the real world, that's not particularly useful advice. There are just so many of them.

This isn't a security story. This is really a story about how the music industry is dealing with its former reluctance to work with the Internet.

The important thing here is that if these people feel they were victimized [by shopping at Egghead.com] they will not patronize Egghead again, no matter what happens.

Mother Mary of Anabolic Grace, we got Teras incoming?” He levels angry blue eyes on me. “You’re a hex, lady, dark luck, powerful bad juju, ken?”
“Only to people who try to kidnap me,” I tell him sweetly, and March snorts, so I feel obliged to add, “Or rescue me…” And then Dina makes a pfft sound. “Or who travel with me…” My gaze sweeps around the darkened interior, trying to find an ally, but nobody will hold my eyes more than two seconds, it seems. “Fine, frag you all, I’m dark juju, bad luck, and you’re all doomed.