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swagg boi's (RFC 4193 compliant) IPv6 ULA prefix spitter-outter!!

I got bored playing with html forms today and what I ended up with is this nifty form that turns a given MAC address into a /48 IPv6 ULA prefix. The form POSTs this string to a cgi script which is essentially a quick re-write of the first Perl script I ever wrote (just added some html cruft to the STDOUT). I got the idea for the first script since I couldn't find a simple way to generate an ULA from my terminal. I had to open up a browser and find other similar web-based tools with a web search but several of these didn't seem to really follow the RFC, i.e. printing out a /64 instead of a /48 or printing out the prefix with no MAC address or even a field to give it one. Maybe some wayward network nerd standing up an IPv6 lab will find this useful :)

Limit of 1,208,925,819,614,629,174,706,176 ULA addresses per customer.

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We were young and our happiness dazzled us with its strength.  But there was
also a terrible betrayal that lay within me like a Merle Haggard song at a
French restaurant. [...]
	I could not tell the girl about the woman of the tollway, of her milk
white BMW and her Jordache smile.  There had been a fight.  I had punched her
boyfriend, who fought the mechanical bulls.  Everyone told him, "You ride the
bull, senor.  You do not fight it."  But he was lean and tough like a bad
rib-eye and he fought the bull.  And then he fought me.  And when we finished
there were no winners, just men doing what men must do. [...]
	"Stop the car," the girl said.
	There was a look of terrible sadness in her eyes.  She knew about the
woman of the tollway.  I knew not how.  I started to speak, but she raised an
arm and spoke with a quiet and peace I will never forget.
	"I do not ask for whom's the tollway belle," she said, "the tollway
belle's for thee."
	The next morning our youth was a memory, and our happiness was a lie.
Life is like a bad margarita with good tequila, I thought as I poured whiskey
onto my granola and faced a new day.
		-- Peter Applebome, International Imitation Hemingway
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