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How to Check for Password Security

(This post has been imported from an old blog of mine, and superseded by a more recent post.)

It’s actually not that complicated to do right. But there are a lot of websites that don’t do it right. To put it simply:

XKCD #936: “Password Strength” demonstrates common security practices, their flaws, and a more secure password format. Ironically, the example password is now seen in hacked database dumps, as people don’t realize a popular webcomic’s demonstration is fairly easy to guess.

Or, a wordier form: You see lots of sites banning special characters, requiring an uppercase and lowercase character, and one number, or some variation of that and with more and more specific rules. The problem with these rules is that they make passwords hard for people to remember without really increasing security, punish users using secure passwords that don’t happen to quite match the requirements, and lead to people trying to figure out ways to get around them that lead to less security.

Not to mention, by forcing passwords into such specific rules, you’re giving a potential hacker more information about how to make guesses, because every password is going to match these rules. The more specific they are, the less has to be checked. For example, if every password must have a number, well then you don’t need to check any words by themselves, just words with numbers added on or mixed in. If special characters aren’t allowed, that’s millions of combinations that don’t need to be checked anymore.

So how do we make more secure passwords?

Three simple rules:

  1. Must not contain more than 6 occurrences of the same character.
  2. Must be at least 10 characters long.
  3. Must not be equal to your username, your email address, the site’s name, the site’s URL.

And with that, you have stopped the majority of bad passwords. There’s only one thing left to do… This list will not always be true, in the future, longer passwords will probably be needed. The whole reason I’m even saying 10 characters is because 8 character passwords are essentially equal to not having a password at all these days. I personally use 32 characters or more, because that will last a while, 10 characters is a lot closer to becoming easily hackable.

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Chocolate (Drabble)

(This post has been imported from an old blog of mine.)

Dark brown stains led down the hallway, a sticky substance showing the path my victim took. The stench of blood rose into the air. I followed the trail, heard ragged breathing from behind the closet door.

He tried to lunge for my knife as I exposed his hiding place, but the furry paws of a teddy bear are not very strong. I stabbed down, and more dark liquid poured from his wounds.

The sound of police sirens came from somewhere in the distance, I grabbed an arm and squeezed the blood into a container before running. Chocolate is so good.

Drabble is a form of extremely short storytelling, where you are limited to exactly 100 words. I wrote this one a long time ago.

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The Death of Me (Fiction)

(This post has been imported from an old blog of mine. Warning: Contains graphic descriptions.)

Somewhere in the distance I see her eyes, glowing green in the darkness. “Tes!” I call out for her, but she is already gone. I stand in the swirling black, watching the pine trees around me sway in the winds.

The world slowly rips apart, brightening and darkening in an erratic fashion. I know what is going to happen next, it happens the same way every time. A glowing white doorway opens in front of me.

I reach out, silently asking for help. A shadow comes to the doorway from the other side. Their eyes briefly show in clarity, an extremely pale blue. Then everything starts to fade, and the shadow’s eyes turn red.

I fall to the floor, and feel the stab wounds on my back. I reach for the doorway, seeing light reflect off of my hand. My hand is wet. With my other hand, I feel for where my guts were a moment ago.

I try to ask for help, but my throat only lets out the sound of a weak gargle. I taste bitter salt, my own blood and bile rising up. I feel ice water dashed across the back of my head, my face slams into the ground. It is concrete.

The cinder-block slides off of the back of my head. I wonder how I can withstand this much pain, and die.

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Feathers (Fiction)

(This post has been imported from an old blog of mine.)

I opened the door to my room, entered, threw my backpack on the floor, kicked the door shut, and fell to my bed. I lay face-down for a minute, thinking about how my day went, wondering if the school had called my parents yet for ditching half my classes again.

They hadn’t said anything to me when I came in, but that really didn’t mean anything. They were probably too mad to say anything to me about it. I’d really hear it from them later though, I knew that for sure.

I got up again, feeling the slight rush of fresh air after being buried in a pillow. I looked down at my bed, at the small feather laying there. At first I wasn’t sure how to react. Some times were good, some bad.

I started looking around my room, to see if anything was missing or out of place. I had cleaned up pretty well, so this had to mean someone had been in here. I double-checked the window, there was no way some random bird had gotten in.

The last time had only been earlier today, what was this for? Did someone come in here while I was being distracted? Or were they coming after me again this evening? Was it from my friends, or from those who tried to kill my friends?

I thought they didn’t know me – or at least if they did, they had left me alone. I hadn’t done anything to them. I barely knew they existed. It was only when- I stopped myself, shuddering at the thought. No one should die that way.

I was knocked out of my thoughts by the window breaking and a large stone flying into the side of my head. Everything went blurry, and for a moment I didn’t know who I was or what I was. I felt dizzy.. Had ice water been thrown down the side of my face?

I managed to stand up after a minute, and backed into the door to my room. I stumbled to the side and pulled it open. I made it down the hallway and into the bathroom. The mirror showed blood streaming down my face, staining my shirt.

Then everything went black.

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Life Field Relay (Drabble)

(This post has been imported from an old blog of mine.)

Within a few weeks, Life Field Relay Inc. found itself with the fortunes of several of the wealthiest people and in the pockets of several governments. Backdoor deals were forged, illegal agreements became completely legal, those in office came to stay in office, probably forever.

Slowly, all the power in the world drained into them, and people either worked for them or didn’t work. It took about a year for global domination, but it was a sure and steady thing, despite the constant attacks trying to learn the secrets that made their systems work.

It was now just “The Corporation”

Drabble is a form of extremely short storytelling, where you are limited to exactly 100 words. This one was written for a challenge.