Cars, Security and a Peek into my Life
– 150 ft inside a structure (eg. your home)
– 300 ft outside
Even if you’re living in the centre of a barren, 1,000 foot field (why are you doing that?), still password protect your WiFi (your SSID) using WPA2.
And change your router password, because when was the last time you did.
Saturday was beautiful weather, so my neighbour (you’ve met before) and I decided we needed a fire, which he started.
Efficiently.
As IF this isn’t album cover art.
He was so calm, there was no flinching.
Then we got back in the car and went home, because this never happened in our front yards.
Real brief: the problem is cars operate on the CAN bus network, which was designed in the 1980s, when the internet didn’t exist. Learn about CAN here.
Speaking with Chris Valasek, physical access is still required to hack the car. For now. (I’d try coming in via Bluetooth.)
Read it online at Autonet.
That’s how car hacking works: the system doesn’t ask where the message came from or who sent it, it just accepts and executes it.
Plus the ending, because it’s true.
To attack, it’d be more efficient to roll that newspaper into a baton, than go after the target’s car.
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Blog tag = auto security
I know guys *hangs head*
But I had 7 machines going at once! Meh, I know, still. Nor do you care about my favourite tiny towel.
It’s a cottage I winterized into a house, and have been living in a construction zone since. I’m like a squatter with a mortgage. Blog tag = house
WAIT. I can actually car-ify this post..
The laundry arrived in a 2015 Subaru WRX, whose trunk will hold 7 loads.
Oh that mirror I had built?
It arrived on Friday, and when it was installed I got so excited my head hurt.
When the mirror guys came to retrieve it, he said, “I’ve been installing mirrors for 25 years, and never seen this happen.” This stuff always happens to me.
So lucky I was home. Never mind the massive amount of bad luck it would’ve brought, but it would’ve smashed into this.
Last week a trade was standing in the above, he stopped mid-sentenace, looked around with widening eyes:
Him – wait, you are _currently_ living here?
Me – this is a palace compared to where I’ve been. I slept on an air mattress for 2 months.
But I’m tired of it, tired of my jogging pants, you probably are too, but the end is so close guys… a little more electrical work, build my couch, unroll my carpet, then all I have to do is live in it, easy.
