Originally, I planned to have one of the longest rants ever written, but I'll keep this as short as I can muster. For God's sake, it's 1 o'clock in the morning.
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I was hacked by some scrub in Brazil. I can call him that because I'm 75% sure he's not Anderson Silva. Anyway, just about all my contacts, including business correspondence I had for the duration of my account, all received an email at 2:40 AM last night. It contained a link to God knows what. Some of my contracts luckily had Spidey sense tingling in the nick of time. Here's an email with no subject line and a solely a link. Something's fishy and I'm happy they knew to either ignore it or ask me about it, directly.
The thing is, I'm a wordy guy. I can type for a long time---sometimes I'm redundant (it's a family trait). Any messages or emails without a long explanation or that special "Kenny" charm is a poser and should be deleted on sight. I'd like to think I'm separate from the herd.
As for the hacker, well... he's an idiot. All that skill---all that power and he uses it to spread links from email to email. It's such a waste of potential. If I had hacking ability and was somewhat out of reach, I'd right the wrongs of the world. Why waste his time with little ol' me and just go after the billion-dollar big fish. He could hack corrupt businesses and corporations. There's all sorts of cool Anonymous shit he could be doing, but... Nah!
Spreading stupid links through my contact list will be the only highlight of his pathetic life.
There will be a reckoning. Most likely it won't be me, but I'd like to think that one of these days he's going to hack the wrong guy. Maybe someone that's a helluva lot more skilled than he is.
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