VIM is easily fun and tedious. Nano is helpful in a clutch.

VIM reminds me of the good ol' #WindowsXP #Overwrite typing experience.

Glad we could connect :3

Old Meme of Flipping the table in exasperation.

To run a simulated "Basic Serviceability Check."

Make sure that your @docker.com #Docker Containerized Server(s) are running. I spent 15 mins trying to run the #ContainerizedAttack server when I FORGOT the #ContainerizedVictim Server wasn't even online...

Cybersec is fun when well rested.

Gosh do I love #bash scripting. Today I learnt how to log events pertaining to a file and ventured into #vim territory.

#vim is demanding but cool.
#Linux rocks.

That's it for now, all I knew about Email Forensic Analysis. Tune back in for more next weeeeek!

#Cybersecurity #CybersecurityStudent #Wireshark #macOS #LinuxVM #EmailForensicAnalysis #Network-LevelEmailForensics

jsyk,
smtp.data.fragment - atomic pieces
smtp.data.fragments - the whole puzzle
smtp.data.fragment.count - count of atomic pieces.

It took me a minute to understand the differences b/w these. The documentation available on these is sparse & varied...

Part 4: What to do if the packets are fragmented

Thankfully, wireshark helps piece that fragmented smtp puzzle.

1. In the display filter, type

`smtp.data.fragment` - individual puzzle piece
OR
`smtp.data.fragments` - the whole puzzle

2. Manually scan the filtered list for the complete one.

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Part 3: Identifying the phishing emails

What I've learnt about #SocialEngineering seeks to undermine chinks in human psyche. It's successful as long as we're NOT careful

- Poor Grammar & spelling
- Deceptive URLs
- Urgent Call to Action
- Intimidating Language
- Attachments
- Irresistable Offers

Part 2: Wireshark's Display Filter

**Learning to use to the display filter in Wireshark is important for anyone going into Cybersecurity/Networking/IT Systems.**

1. Since it's phishing BEC's I'm trying to find filter by SMTP (literally type in 'smtp' in the display filter).

#BEC's #CyberSecurity

malware-traffic-analysis.net A site for sharing packet capture (pcap) files and malware samples.

Part 1: Obtaining the infected .pcaps from @codepathorg.bsky.social.

1. Download the files to your machine (don't recommend it on windows unless you have a VM running.)
2. I used my MAC (honestly anything Linux or VM works)

(For futher exercises look into www.malware-traffic-analysis.net)

Spending 8 hours learning how to identify #phishing emails using @wireshark.bsky.social, filerting packets 📦 based on SMTP was a humbling experience...

Further posts will detail my learning process :3

DON'T HESITATE If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don't hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happens better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that's often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don't be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.

Mary Oliver never misses.

Reasons to Live Through the Apocalypse Sunrises. People you have still to meet and laugh with. Songs about love, peace, anger, and revolution. Walks in the woods. The smile you exchange with a stranger when you experience beauty accidentally together. Butterflies. Seeing your grandparents again. The moon in all her forms, whether half or full. Dogs. Birthdays and half-birthdays. That feeling of floating in love. Watching birds eat from bird feeders. The waves of happiness that follow the end of sadness. Brown eyes. Watching a boat cross an empty sea. Sunsets. Dipping your feet in the river. Balconies. Cake. The wind in your face when you roll the car window down on an open highway. Falling asleep to the sound of a steady heartbeat. Warm cups of tea on cold days. Hugs. Night skies. Art museums. Books filled with everything you do not yet know. Long conversations. Long-lost friends. Poetry.

I wrote this on one of the darkest days of my life. It gave me an anchor to hold onto.

The Day of Our Divorce Hearing you treated me to lunch, a spaghetti place. We had never been so kind to each other. When you said I'm still a slob we laughed. After lunch we stood in the parking lot. You said, You have the last word but I said, No, I'm tired of being the one who sums things up. You get the last word. But you couldn't think of one. So off you went to our silver car, I to our red one. It's three years later. And even that's just a story now. Lately I don't feel as if I lived with you. But I remember our kindness that day, when it no longer mattered.

This poem made me stop in my tracks.