You know that part in every bad hacker scene, in every movie, ever, where the master computer criminal is sitting there with code scrolling past his eyes faster than the eye can see and he suddenly knows precisely what to push and all of that shit?
For one, why would it be scrolling unless you were making it? I suppose that is a side rant, however. More importantly, just…no. Hacking is a tedious code compilation over time and then, the master payoff? You click send, once.
Yep. You set the payload and send it to your list or botnet or what have you, and that is it. There is no maniacal laughter and the rubbing of hands. Most of them get some pizza rolls from upstairs and sit back and hope against hope that they see a line of code they wrote flash somewhere so their little wee-wee’s can get all hard. It is an anti-climactic, pun intended, experience.
Why would I educate you on something so stupid?
I will explain it.
See, last night, about five or so, my computer made a lot of chirping noises, and a lot of windows opened, and I knew I was fucked. All of the files in my Dropbox were renamed, system files were deleted, standard asshole ransomware stuff. Since I sadly did not catch it in time, it eliminated a vital file and, well, 20 something hours later here I am, kind of back to where I was.
Let me tell you about the guy.
Броніслав is the young man’s name. Why do I know this? The code that he sent out had his name, like, his real name. And address. And phone number.
GPS is fun.
I made calls to people, and I submitted the code — Blah blah.
However, I ranted later about things, which I am sure you want to hear more anyway, I know I do.
So, here is an audio thing. Oh yeah, I am working on that email me when there is a new post thing as we speak.
With that said,
Until next Time, I Bid You Peace
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