(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 [[https://www.theregister.com/security/2026/10/07/poetry-is-the-new-ai-security-threat-as-poellm-malware-infects-3k-servers/5301672 | 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.