If you drown in maple syrup
Do the AI written obituaries make fun of you, or recognize your achievement?
Let's chew the fat for a minute, and talk about too much of a good thing.
Speaking of chewing the fat, bacon fat makes for some great maple syrup glazes.
The numbers are all over the place, with respect to:
1. How many employees admit they use AI in the workplace, and
2. How much of proprietary data they push up to AI.
The numbers are bad if you are concerned about unmanaged data leaks by strange applications.
Strange watery tarts throwing swords at people, letting people wield supreme executive power? Also bad.
Possibly 95% of the files uploaded to AI contain proprietary data.
Around half of the employees admit they use unauthorized AI tools. So, figure around 75%.
Much like getting a company to admit to ransomware for statistics gathering (especially with The Fuzz calls), getting employees to answer truthfully for something they know they probably shouldn't admit to is a bit of a challenge.
AI has some pretty cool uses.
I love using it to take a 3000 word essay, and make executive summaries.
I'm too suspicious to do the opposite; I'll have to find a college student to ask concerning effectiveness.
Cyber Crucible, Inc. ran into a bit of an issue with alerting on violations of AI acceptable use.
An alert or two from Sue in Accounting was the expected output.
Not 1,000 alerts for an AI tool determined to upload and analyze all the data.
So we had to do some quick refinement on alerts.
That can be too much of a good thing.
Well, depending on who is doing it, and what data.
In this case, not a good thing.
Improper AI tool usage blocked by the kernel, but far too many alerts.
Somehow, cybersecurity vendors have trained us all that an endless stream of false positives are needed to demonstrate value. My theory is they all miss the days of pagers going off night and day.
One alert of data access being blocked by an AI tool being used by a user or service account is enough.
I was a huge pager fan before I could afford a cell phone.
Until I got one for work.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find more syrup for my poutine, and settle in for a long night of Knight Rider reruns.
