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はてなキーワード: Windowsとは
ネットで見る謎の人C「社内のファイルサーバーのSharePointは移行終わってるよ」 ← うんうん
ネットで見る謎の人C「社内システムの認証基盤はAAD使ってるよ」 ← うんうん
ネットで見る謎の人C「まだAADに完全移行はできていないけど、全端末Intuneで管理してるよ」 ← うんうん
ネットで見る謎の人C「条件付きアクセスの運用も始まってるよ」 ← うんうん
ネットで見る謎の人C「M365Apps を社外で使うにはVPNが必要」 ←？！ 🫨
日本で発生するサイバー攻撃やシステムトラブルは、基本情報技術者試験（基本情報）や応用情報技術者試験（応用情報）の
しかし、多くの場合、経営層のセキュリティリスクに対する認識不足から、システム担当者の警告が軽視されてしまい、被害が拡大してしまいます。
一部の会社は基本情報や応用情報の資格の取得を指示しますが、ぶっちゃけベンダーの資格を取得することの方が有益だと思いませんか？
なぜなら、基本情報や応用情報の資格の範囲内のインシデントであっても、結局それらを未然に防ぐことができていないからです。
これは、現実的な対応に使用されるプロダクトやソリューションが実際には限られているにも関わらず、
基本情報や応用情報の資格ではベンダーを限定していないため、具体的な構築手順や操作手順が不足していることも原因の1つになっていると考えられます。
実際には、ほとんどの場合、Microsoft、AWS（Amazon）、Google、Cisco、Oracleの製品が使用されています。
これらのベンダー資格を取得することで、IT全般に関する理解を深め、システムの概念をしっかりと把握することができます。
適切な資格の範囲の知識と経験があれば、通常はシステム設計が可能となり、将来的なトラブルを防ぐことも期待できます。
正直、基本情報などはもはや要らんのではないでしょうか？
ネットワークに関しては、通常、Cisco製品だけではなく、他の製品も使用されます。
そのため、コストパフォーマンスを考慮すると、受験費用が安い国家資格であるネットワークスペシャリストの資格を取得するのも一つの選択肢だと思います。
この資格は、ネットワークに関する幅広い知識を提供し、特定のベンダーに依存しません。
↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓
近年、日本企業は深刻なサイバー被害やシステムトラブルに見舞われています。こうした問題に対し、基本情報技術者試験（基本情報）や応用情報技術者試験（応用情報）の資格取得が推奨されていますが、果たしてこれらの資格は本当に有効なのでしょうか？
実は、サイバー攻撃やシステムトラブルは、基本情報や応用情報の知識範囲内で事前対応可能なケースも存在します。しかし、経営層のセキュリティリスクに対する認識不足から、システム担当者の警告が軽視されてしまい、被害が拡大してしまうことも少なくありません。
さらに問題なのが、基本情報や応用情報の資格では、具体的な対策方法が十分に学べないという点です。現実的な対応に使用されるプロダクトやソリューションは限られており、資格試験ではベンダーを限定していないため、構築手順や操作手順が不足しているのです。
一方、ベンダー資格では、具体的な製品やサービスに関する深い知識とスキルを習得することができます。 Microsoft、AWS（Amazon）、Google、Cisco、Oracleなど、主要なベンダーの資格を取得することで、IT全般の理解を深め、システムの概念をしっかりと把握することができます。
適切なベンダー資格の知識と経験があれば、システム設計が可能となり、将来的なトラブルを防ぐことも期待できます。
上記以外にも、情報セキュリティに関するベンダー資格なども役立ちます。
ネットワークスペシャリストという国家資格も、ネットワークに関する幅広い知識を提供しており、特定のベンダーに依存しないため、コストパフォーマンスの高い選択肢と言えるでしょう。
特に、ネットワークに関しては、Cisco製品以外にも様々な製品が使用されています。そのため、コストパフォーマンスを考慮すると、受験費用が安い国家資格であるネットワークスペシャリストの資格を取得するのも一つの選択肢だと思います。この資格は、ネットワークに関する幅広い知識を提供し、特定のベンダーに依存しません。
結論として、基本情報や応用情報よりも、ベンダー資格の方が、サイバー攻撃やシステムトラブル対策に役立つと考えられます。
経営層は、システム担当者の警告を軽視せず、適切な対策を講じる必要があります。また、システム担当者は、ベンダー資格を取得することで、より高度な知識とスキルを身につけ、企業のシステムセキュリティを守っていくことが重要です。
ネットで見る謎の人C「社内のファイルサーバーのSharePointは移行終わってるよ」 ← うんうん
ネットで見る謎の人C「社内システムの認証基盤はAAD使ってるよ」 ← うんうん
ネットで見る謎の人C「まだAADに完全移行はできていないけど、全端末Intuneで管理してるよ」 ← うんうん
ネットで見る謎の人C「条件付きアクセスの運用も始まってるよ」 ← うんうん
ネットで見る謎の人C「M365Apps を社外で使うにはVPNが必要」 ←？！ 🫨
MGS動画っていうのはアダルトビデオをストリーミングやダウンロードしてみられるようにするっていうサービスね。
で、そのMGS動画が販促用のえっちな動画が100円だよというのでホイホイと買ってしまったのがきっかけで、定期的にそういう安くなっているのを購入してはデヘデヘと消費している俺の話。
ただこのMGS動画、視聴するのにストリーミング再生やダウンロードしての再生が選べるんだけど、WebUIにしろWindowsで動く専用の再生ソフトにしろ、動画のリストは購入した順番でしか表示されない。
どっちにしろ並べ替えの概念もないし検索もできない。視聴履歴という概念もない。
WebUIに至ってはストリーミングとダウンロードで別の枠になっているのか同じタイトルが2つ表示されてしまって一覧性が非常に悪い。
色々ないないづくしな上に格安で買ったというのもあって思い入れもないもんで、買ったは良いがあまりみていないという状態になっている。
なので、WebUI側を少し弄くる感じのExtensionを書いてみた。
まだまだ機能面は全然なんだけどだいたい以下のような事ができるようになった。
ここまでできたので(作ったExtensionに)愛着も出てきたようで、買ったはいいが見ていないという問題は一応解消しそうだ。
まぁそれは良かったんだが、100円とかの安くなっている動画はセールが終わると商品詳細ページがなくなるらしくて女優さんの名前や再生時間といった情報を取得できなくなっており、女優さんの名前で検索やジャンル(タグ)で絞るといった機能を実装するのが難しそうであるといった問題があり、これ以上頑張るのは大変なのかなぁという気分になったので増田に愚痴を書きに来た。
それはそれとして、こういうタイトルの検索やサジェストの仕組みって奥が深そうね。あんまり考えずに作ってみたけど実装した上記のソート程度ではあんまり期待したものにたどり着けた気がしないのよね。
まぁ今のところ自分のMGS動画のリストは50件位しか無いので単純に一覧で出しても耐えられる位なので上記のソート程度でも必要十分にはなっている感じなんだけれど、世の中に出回っているその手の仕組をもっとよく観察しようって思った。
おわり。
ネットで見る謎の人C「社内のファイルサーバーのSharePointは移行終わってるよ」 ← うんうん
ネットで見る謎の人C「社内システムの認証基盤はAAD使ってるよ」 ← うんうん
ネットで見る謎の人C「まだAADに完全移行はできていないけど、全端末Intuneで管理してるよ」 ← うんうん
ネットで見る謎の人C「条件付きアクセスの運用も始まってるよ」 ← うんうん
ネットで見る謎の人C「M365Apps を社外で使うにはVPNが必要」 ←？！ 🫨
https://news.mynavi.jp/techplus/article/20240611-2962836/
Windows 流れで使っていたけど、ゲームは Steam Deck 使えば後は Debian （+LXQt）でいいかな、利用感わからないけど。
1.イーロンマスク トップはこの人。自動車の完全自動運転と人型ロボットの普及という業績は社会に与えるインパクトが大きくてわかりやすさから
2.ビルゲイツ 2位はこの人。Windowsは残ってないと思うが、本人が奇人変人の評判を払しょくして賢人アピールして、財団を立ち上げて社会貢献など、歴史に名前を残すことを狙ってる
3.スティーブジョブズ 100年後は忘れられてる
ErosEnro - [GclFIuRIoGhmOe] (花火)
10yue - [ZpOZ9oa6QqJweD] (アンコ)
iwara source downloaderの作者が公開停止して使えなくなって久しいので代替を紹介
https://github.com/dawn-lc/IwaraDownloadTool/blob/master/.github/README/README_ja.md
Chrome系/Firefox両対応。Tampermonkey入れたあとスクリプトページからインストール
以後iwaraが改変されてUIが出る。ファイル名はiwara source downloaderと同じ書式にするなら
%#ALIAS#% - %#TITLE#%
とする。自分は末尾に動画IDを足すため[%#ID#%]もつけてる
ページにチェックボックスが出るようになるため複数ダウンロードにも対応
MEGAリンクのある動画はDLせずそっちに誘導する機能もあるがiwara画質でいいならSettingでオフればおk
宛先フォルダまでカスタイマイズしたい場合はAria2というコマンドラインの汎用DLマネージャを拾ってきてパスの通った場所に置き
Node.jsをインストールしてから、powershellで
node node-server.js & aria2c --enable-rpc --rpc-listen-all
を実行してからスクリプトのSettingでAria2方式を選択してSaveで閉じればできる
ただし標準ではブラウザの保存パスではなくpowershellのカレントディレクトリ基準になるのでスクリプトのSettingからフルパス指定しとくといい
もしダウンロードキューをGUIで確認したいなら、 https://github.com/ziahamza/webui-aria2 をまるまるクローンしてどっかのフォルダに置き
powershellでそのフォルダへcdしてから上記コマンドを実行して、ブラウザで http://localhost:8888 を開いておけば見られる
常用するならWindowsのスケジューラーにログオン時このコマンドを書いたbatファイルを実行するようなタスクを追加しとくといい
WebUIからダウンロードアドレスを追加する場合、いにしえのflashgetがやってたような並列ダウンロードなんかが使える
それから社内のLinuxマシンなどに攻撃を仕掛けたり感染したりってのもあるんだね
Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.
We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”
The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.
We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.
We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.
The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.
When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.
However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.
Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.
“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.
I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.
As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.
Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.
Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.
“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”
“Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”
“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.
Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”
There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.
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One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.
The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”
The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”
Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.
Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.
I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.
She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.
Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.
I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.
After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”
Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.
“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”
I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?
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I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.
In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.
I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.
“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”
“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”
He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.
My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.
I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.
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I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.
No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l
というのも、OSには「自由さ」を求めていて、かつてはWindowsと比べてMacのほうが窮屈だった（異論はないはず）。
それがいつのまにかWindowsの手触りは広告と、執拗なOnedrive推し、その他etcetcにまみれてしまって大変不快。
今では見られているって感覚を覚えて無理になりつつある。
するとMacのほうがユーザーに対して節度を保ってるじゃない？とすら感じてくるわけだ。金さえ払えば何とかなるからな。
たとえばブラウザのプライバシー面では3rdからOrionが供給されている。
これも今Windowsでプライバシーを前面に押し出しても、ユーザー層が合わないかなんちゃってになってしまうからだろう。
同じような気持ちを抱えて環境をWindowsからMacに移行した話が聞きたいのだが（ほかの理由でもいい）、
インターネットにあるのは、俺みたいにワナビーが10周遅れでMacを導入した記事か、
開発者が費用面からUbuntuに移った記事くらいしか見当たらない。
