Published by admin on 31 Jul 2007
This weekend and yesterday my web server was under a “minor DoS attack,” and my website was down while the (as I imagined them) little dorky web tech guys sat around throwing their Dungeons and Dragons spells at their towers and towers of servers while hackers sat cackling in their mom’s basement jacking off to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It’s annoying to have happen but a satisfying way to look at a world I clearly don’t understand.
I do understand the urge to blow shit up though, and while I’ll never have the technical ability to go in somewhere virtually and screw around with people’s shit, the thought has crossed my mind about how satisfying it would be to do so. I think that comes from a twisting of my mom’s social activism genes. One time before I was born, she released a bunch of lab rats, mixing up the control from the experiment group. I’ve always had a problem with authority and it is in no small part due to my mom telling me that ‘the man’ was never to be trusted. Especially if they were the boss of you. “Question everything” can’t be an easy motto to give your kids - there were many dinner table discussions about why I didn’t believe her about ‘vegetables’ and my ‘need to eat them.’
So if you come to my site and it doesn’t work, you’ll know why. If you come to your site and it doesn’t work, ask yourself, are you the man? Did I fuck with Tamara today?