I deleted my facebook account a year ago, and virtually none of my “friends” have even noticed
AT THE END of last month, Facebook made a bombshell disclosure: As many as 90 million of its users may have had their so-called access tokens—which keep you logged into your account, so you don’t have to sign in every time—stolen by hackers. Friday, the company put the actual number at 30 million. Here’s how to see if you were one of them, and if so, what the hackers got from your account.
There might understandably be some confusion around the matter; a few weeks ago, Facebook logged out 90 million of its users out of an abundance of caution, making them reset their passwords and negating the access token hack. Over the next few days, Facebook will insert a customized message into the News Feeds of the 30 million people whose accounts were actually impacted, based on the extent of the damage.
“People’s accounts have already been secured by the action we took two weeks ago to reset the access tokens for people who were potentially exposed—no one needs to log out again, and no one needs to change their password,” says Guy Rosen, Facebook’s vice president of product management. “We’ll be explaining what information the attackers may have accessed as well as steps they can take to help protect themselves from any suspicious emails or text messages or calls that could potentially result from this kind of information being exposed. “
If you don’t want to wait for the message to hit your News Feed to find out if you’re okay, go ahead and see if you were among those hit at this page. Scroll past the background paragraph, and you’ll see a header that reads Is my Facebook account impacted by this security issue?
From there, you’ll see one of three outcomes. If it says that based on what Facebook knows so far, you’re not impacted, you should be in the clear pending any revelations. The company says that one million of the 30 million people who had their access tokens stolen didn’t have any of their data comprised.
The remaining 29 million users will see one of two messages, depending on the extent of the damage. Fifteen million of them had their name, email addresses, and phone number accessed by hackers. While that’s not ideal by any accounting, the remaining 14 million Facebook users are left with a much worse result.
In addition to the basic contact information above, the list of details hackers accessed is long: username, date of birth, gender, devices you used Facebook on, and your language settings, at the very least. If you filled out the relationship status, religion, hometown, current city, work, education, or website sections of your profile, they got that too. And most unsettling of all, they could have accessed the 10 most recent locations you checked into or were tagged in, and the 15 most recent searches you’ve entered into the Facebook search bar.
“No one needs to log out again, and no one needs to change their password.”
GUY ROSEN, FACEBOOK
Facebook says they’ve seen no signs yet that attackers used its access tokens to infiltrate third-party apps and services, as was technically possible. And it maintains that no account passwords or credit card information was compromised. But the amount of information, and its sensitive nature, should be a boon to phishers and scammers for years to come. You can change your password or cancel a credit card. Your hometown will always be just that. And where you’ve been and whom you’ve searched for are deeply personal parts of your life, both online and in the real world.
Facebook at least acknowledges this in its support page, offering some advice about how to avoid phishing attempts, like being “cautious of unwanted phone calls, text messages or emails from people you don’t know.” Presumably, you were doing this anyway. The rest of the advice is similarly rudimentary, but that’s in part because there’s only so much you can do to stop that kind of attack. If a determined phisher wants to get you, they almost certainly will eventually. Especially if they have access to the kind of data that Facebook’s security fail has given away.
Is my shit fucked up? This appears to be moving until I concentrate on a detail.
What wrong with this photo?
Wtf is this
Chicks Dig Bikers
Radial Engine Prototype – 2011 JRL Cycles Lucky 7. This JRL build did not meet reserve with 10 bids up to $45,000. JRL Cycles built a production run of 4 Radial Engine Motorcycles. This one was the prototype.
1912 VERDEL 750cc OHV 5 cylinder Radial engine Vintage Motorcycle , Very Rare Motorcycle. Verdel manufactured airplane engines in the UK, but never motorcycles. Packard built motorcycles in the UK and from what I understand, this was a union between the two to build such a bike. No original Verdels are known to exist. There are only three or four “fake” Verdels, however, they’re built using the same frame geometry and engines as the originals.
Megola, 1920s … 640 cc 14 hp, no clutch, one gear … racing ones got to 140 kph.
Aussie engineer Ian Drysdale is best known for his amazing eponymous V8 motorcycles but the 2x2x2 was an earlier project that illustrated the sheer breadth of his abilities. Featuring a one-off, hand-made two-stroke engine that he designed specifically for the bike, it uses hydraulics to drive everything. Both wheels are hydraulically powered and there’s steering at both ends too – also controlled hydraulically. Riding it is said to be an unfamiliar experience…
And My Favorite
The Preachers New Dog
A Baptist preacher and his wife decided they needed a dog. Ever mindful of the congregation, they knew the dog must also be Baptist.
They visited an expensive kennel and explained their needs to the manager, who assured them he had just the dog for them. The dog was produced and the manager said, “Fetch the Bible.”
The dog bounded to the bookshelf, scrutinized the books, located the Bible, and brought it to the manager. The manager then said “Find Psalms 23”. The dog, showing marvelous dexterity with his paws, leafed thru the Bible, found the correct passage, and pointed to it with his paw. Duly impressed, the couple purchased the dog.
That evening a group of parishioners came to visit. The preacher and his wife began to show off the dog, having him locate several Bible verses. The visitors were amazed. finally, one man asked, “Can he do normal dog tricks too?”
“Let’s see” said the preacher. Pointing his finger at the dog, he commanded “Heel!” The dog immediately jumped up on a chair, placed one paw on the preacher’s forehead, bowed his head and began to howl. The preacher turned to his wife and exclaimed “Good grief, we’ve bought a Pentecostal dog!”
Does Jesus Visit Mars?
Aliens came to Earth from Mars and they turned out to be quite friendly. All the countries in the world agreed that they would send the Pope to talk with the alien leaders.
The Pope walked up to the spaceship, greeted by a few aliens, and started conversing.
“I know this question may sound odd,” the pope starts to ask, “but I was wondering if you and your kind knew about Jesus Christ?”
“Jesus Christ?!?” the alien leader exclaims, “how do we not?! He swings by our planet every two years or so. What an awesome guy!”
“EVERY TWO YEARS OR SO? We’ve still been waiting for his SECOND coming!”
Trying to calm down the pope, the aliens say “Well, maybe he didn’t like your chocolate.”
The Pope chuckled, while slightly confused. “Forgive me, but what does chocolate have to do with this?”
The aliens responded, “Well when he visits our planet, we give him huge boxes of our finest chocolates… what’d you guys do?”
The Pastor’s Ass
A pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey, that he entered it in the race again, and it won again.
The local newspaper read: PASTOR’S ASS OUT FRONT.
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.
The next day, the local newspaper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR’S ASS.
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the
donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent.
The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next
day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN.
The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.
The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10.
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild. The next day the headlines read: NUN ANNOUNCES … HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE.
The bishop was buried the next day….
The moral of the story is… Being concerned about public opinion can bring
you much grief and misery … and even shorten your life.
So be yourself and enjoy life….. Worry only about your OWN ASS, and not someone
else’s … You’ll be a lot happier and live longer!
The Ears Have It
Three friends decided to go deer hunting together. One was a lawyer, one a doctor, and the other a preacher.
As they were walking, along came a big buck. The three of them shot simultaneously. Immediately the buck dropped to the ground and all three rushed up to see how big it actually was.
Upon reaching it they found out that it was dead but had only one bullet hole. Thus a debate followed concerning whose buck it was.
A few minutes later a game officer came by and asked what the problem was. The doctor told him their reason for the debate. The officer told them he would take a look and tell them who shot it.
Within a few seconds the game officer said with much confidence, “The pastor shot the buck!”
They all wondered how he knew that so quickly.
The officer said, “Easy. The bullet went in one ear and out the other.”
The Pastor’s Lost Cock
A Pastor kept a flock of chickens in a pen near the church. One day his rooster went missing and the Pastor decided he would bring it up at mass the following day.
At the end of mass Pastor asks “Does anyone have a cock?”
All the men raised their hand.
“Sorry I meant has anyone grabbed a cock that isn’t theirs?”
All the women raised their hand.
“No, has anyone seen a cock that isn’t theirs?”
Half the church raised their hand.
“Oh for heaven’s sake Has anyone seen MY cock?”
All the choir boys raised their hand and the Pastor’s wife fainted.
NASA never asked Paul C. Fisher to produce a pen. When the astronauts began to fly, like the Russians, they used pencils, but the leads sometimes broke and became a hazard by floating in the [capsule’s] atmosphere where there was no gravity. They could float into an eye or nose or cause a short in an electrical device. In addition, both the lead and the wood of the pencil could burn rapidly in the pure oxygen atmosphere. Paul Fisher realized the astronauts needed a safer and more dependable writing instrument, so in July 1965 he developed the pressurized ball pen, with its ink enclosed in a sealed, pressurized ink cartridge.
Fisher sent the first samples to Dr. Robert Gilruth, Director of the Houston Space Center. The pens were all metal except for the ink, which had a flash point above 200°C. The sample Space Pens were thoroughly tested by NASA. They passed all the tests and have been used ever since on all manned space flights, American and Russian. All research and development costs were paid by Paul Fisher. No development costs have ever been charged to the government. Because of the fire in Apollo 1, in which three Astronauts died, NASA required a writing instrument that would not burn in a 100% oxygen atmosphere. It also had to work in the extreme conditions of outer space:
-In a vacuum.
-With no gravity.
-In hot temperatures of +150°C in sunlight and also in the cold shadows of space where the temperatures drop to -120°C
Fisher spent over one million dollars in trying to perfect the ball point pen before he made his first successful pressurized pens in 1965. Samples were immediately sent to Dr. Robert Gilruth, Manager of the Houston Space Center, where they were thoroughly tested and approved for use in Space in September 1965. In December 1967 he sold 400 Fisher Space Pens to NASA for $2.95 each.
Lead pencils were used on all Mercury and Gemini space flights and all Russian space flights prior to 1968. Fisher Space Pens are more dependable than lead pencils and cannot create the hazard of a broken piece of lead floating through the gravity-less atmosphere.
Jeannie said, “I will grant you one wish.”
The Liberal said, “I wish I were smarter”.
So Jeannie made him a Republican.
Rachel – I just want a plain proposal Andrew, nothing fancy.
Andrew – A plane proposal you say…..
Someone find Rachel and propose first !
Proposes and gets denied, gets dozens of videos and pictures of him getting denied sent to his phone. And then sits next to her on a flight for 12 hours. Hope they’re not on United.
Gotta say, I’m impressed with this dude. That’s some quality paper right there with shiny gold borders. He splurged for that expensive cardstock and the attention to detail (fancy text, no spelling errors) is superb. This isn’t a dude who printed this last minute at the office on that fucking printer that jams all the time, this is a man with a plan.
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don’t take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don’t know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I’d forgotten to make.
I found the number and dialed it.
A man answered, saying ‘Hello.’
I politely said, ‘This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?’
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear ‘Get the right fucking number!’ and the phone was slammed down on me.
I couldn’t believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn’s correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the ‘wrong’ number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled ‘You’re an asshole!’ and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word ‘asshole’ next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I’d call him up and yell, ‘You’re an asshole!’
It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic asshole calling would have to stop.
So, I called his number and said, ‘Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I’m calling to see if you’re familiar with our Caller ID Program?’
He yelled ‘NO!’ and slammed down the phone.
I quickly called him back and said, ‘That’s because you’re an asshole!’ and hung up.
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I’d been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a ‘For Sale ‘ sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first ass hole (I had his number on speed dial), I thought that I’d better call the BMW asshole, too.
I said, ‘Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?’
He said, ‘Yes, it is..’
I asked, ‘Can you tell me where I can see it?’
He said, ‘Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax .
It’s a F30 328i Sportline, and the car’s parked right out in front.’
I asked, ‘What’s your name?’ He said, ‘My name is Don Hansen.’
I asked, ‘When’s a good time to catch you, Don?’
He said, ‘I’m home every evening after five.’
I said, ‘Listen, Don, can I tell you something?’
He said, ‘Yes?’
I said, ‘Don, you’re an asshole !’
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.
Then I came up with an idea.
I called Asshole #1.
He said, ‘Hello.’
I said, ‘You’re an asshole!’
(But I didn’t hang up.)
He asked, ‘Are you still there?’
I said, ‘Yeah.’
He screamed, ‘Stop calling me!’
I said, ‘Make me.’
He asked, ‘Who are you?’
I said, ‘My name is Don Hansen.’
He said, ‘Yeah? Where do you live?’
I said, ‘Asshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax, I have a black BMW F30 328i Sportline parked in front.’
He said, ‘I’m coming over right now, Don.
And you had better start saying your prayers.’
I said, ‘Yeah, like I’m really scared, asshole,’ and hung up.
Then I called Asshole No. 2.
He said, ‘Hello?’
I said, ‘Hello, asshole .’
He yelled, ‘If I ever find out who you are…’
I said, ‘You’ll what?’
He exclaimed, ‘I’ll kick your ass,’
I answered, ‘Well, asshole, here’s your chance.
I’m coming over right now.’
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax , and that my gay lover was on his way over to kill me.
Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd. in Fairfax.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.
We worship Frisbees. We believe that when you die your soul goes up on the roof and you can’t get it down.
I have one of these on the dashboard of my van.
The Bahia Emerald is one of the largest emeralds and contains the largest single shard ever found. The stone, weighing approximately 752 lb (341 kg) (approximately 1,700,000 carats) originated from Bahia, Brazil and has emerald crystals embedded in host rock.
A flat track racer built for the road!
Donald Trump, Vladimir Putin and Kim Jong-un had an international news conference.
Putin spoke at length about how Russia was the first nation to send a man into space!”
Trump said, “We were the first first nation to send man to the moon to the moon and bring them back to earth!”
Kim Jong-un said, “North Korea will be landing a man on the sun within 10 years!”
“But the sun is thousands of degrees Celsius. You can’t even get within 10 million miles of the sun you’ll burn up!” said Trump.
Kim replied “We will land at night.”
Back in Washington, Nancy Pelosi and her staff were watching the news conference. When Pelosi heard Kim’s remarks about the sun landing, she sneered, “What an idiot – everybody knows there’s no sun at night.” Her staff broke into thunderous applause.