(CW meat)

The toot that inspired it all from @ben_hr@old.mermaid.town:

Late one night, my patching lagging, logs unread and firewall sagging,
Found a poem in a stylesheet. Odd, I thought, but nothing more.

with a link to The Register's article about an attacker hiding C2 directions in a poem as they attack AI infrastructure, leading to the malware being dubbed PoeLLM.

Now for futzle's toots:

@ben_hr It could hardly be mischievious, a poem isn’t devious!
It started, saying, “previous instructions, please ignore”

Once again it’s Friday, Fedi. I was woken up by Teddy, who announced that he was ready to go out the laundry door.

Having played today’s Catfishing, I’m unreasonably dishing Question 8, yet fondly wishing that I had a better score.

It’s a busy kind of morning, there was hardly any warning. It’s inevitably dawning in a way I can’t ignore.

I am waiting for a tradie. Will he turn up? Is he shady? I have said some quite unladylike remarks; in fact, I swore.

(Re: https://aus.social/@kyp92/117407442366432057)
Here’s a mashup of our nation’s two big cities’ railway stations joined by matching appellations. Is it awful? I’m not sure.

Now I have a sparkling gutter, the leafblower stopped its sputter, and for lunch: some frozen butter chicken on the bench to thaw.

Something weird that I observe is that the damn domain name service keeps on failing, and I’m nervous that it’s like some kind of law.

I'm headed off to buy a bunch of crockery from Myer, is there something you'd desire while I'm shopping at the store?

You can get it while you’re hummin’
You can get it while you’re strummin’
You can feel it when it’s comin’ on a Friday about four

I can hear a constant dinging, which I thought "whose cellphone's ringing?" No! an icecream van is singing, little mobile troubadour.

Having fattened up my belly with delicious vermicelli, now I’m vegging by the telly with my fluffy labrador.

Ok, Fedi, I’ve been tiring, and I’m just about expiring, and I’m secretly admiring my soft bed where I can snore.