I think those links sum up the coverage of the “arrest” of Hector Monsegur
a.k.a. Sabu. It’s been an interesting story- from the rise of LulzSec and the
Fox and Sony hacks, all the way up until the end of summer. Now we’ve come to
realize that Sabu never got “v&”, only because he was informing the entire time.
Something tells me his life is going to be a little difficult for a while, as
being an informant is not exactly the most well-liked occupation for a person to
have. Note a few things, though. One, he was only “arrested”. He’s not serving
hard time, not that I can see anywhere. He probably will get at most two years,
and go on to making a ton of cash as a consultant. Who wouldn’t want him? Sure,
he’s rogue as hell, but now he’s fingerprinted and exposed. The combine has him.
He’ll never have an independent thought in his head again.
I’m damned glad I’ve pulled away from a lot of what seems to be online drama
whoring and idiocy. “Trolling”- thrown around a lot as an excuse for being
butthurt and not having the coping skills to deal with it without throwing a fit
like a little girl. “Hackers” seem to have the sorest tits I’ve seen, not having
any social skills at all and pissing off people by the busload. It’s ridiculous,
really. Do you actually think it’s acceptable to piss everyone off just because
you’re in a position to? Just sad, really. Living in a basement or garage and
having no flesh body to turn to, just pixels on a screen, thousands of miles
away. I guess I’d need medication, too, if that sad existence were mine.
Working feels good. I fucking love being employed. I almost never like the tasks
I’m charged with, but feeling like a productive member of society and enjoying
the perks of this status is a deep requirement for me to feel like a whole
person. It’s more than satisfying in a lot of ways, because being an adult is
satisfying. No one tells you what to do, you simply commit to actions that will
have the best outcomes for whatever it is you’re trying to achieve. I would
never go back to being a kid, I don’t take adulthood for granted at all. Yes,
it’s hard. It’s always hard, all the time. Sometimes to the point of making me
feel like I’ll break under the pressure. But I’ve become accustomed to it, I use
that pressure to feed into my actions and give me energy.
First of all, the internet is an insanely useful tool whose value can’t be
underestimated. Sure, the internet can transfer lots of interesting information
at light speed. That’s incredibly helpful. However, there are many sad
individuals who put far too much faith in the internet and rely solely on it for
their livelihood, pretty much entirely. It’s important we take a step back and
realize the full implications of “TANGO DOWN” in relation to the internet.
I recently landed a job on third shift, and it’s the fourth time in my lifetime
I’ve worked third shift. I’ve always hated third shift, but I’ve also come to
respect the diehards who do it year after year. It’s tricky, and not always
easy. The sun is your enemy. Summer is also a pain. There are a great many
things that get in the way of sleeping all day after working all night. Here are
a few tips I’ve gathered along the way.
I fucking love this prank call. It’s some of the funniest shit I’ve ever heard.
This guy who goes by “JiZZy” calls AOL’s signup hotline and decides to have a
little fun with the poor guy he gets connected to. Hilarity ensues:
Transcript
JiZZy: Hello? AOL: Hallo? AOL: (Clears throat) JiZZy: Hello? AOL: Yes sir, how can I help you? J: I can hear you. A: Yes? J: Yes. (Simultaneously) J: Are you American? A: How can I help you? (J Slight First Simultaneous) J: Are you American A: Pardon Me? (Simultaneously) J: Are you American? A: I am an Indian. A: I am an Indian. J: You are WHAT? A: I am an Indian. J: Well my name is A: Yes? J: My name is J: My name is Enid Pakistan, and I come from Pakistan, and I want to know, um, if the America Online, and why it is being handled to the, um, dirty mud people of India. I am from Pakistan… A:(Clears throat) J: …I am a Pakistani. A: Well, J: (not clear) A: You definitely show your akhat, excuse me, you definitey show your uh akhat by calling us uh here, you definitey show your akhat. JiZZy: I dip my balls in the Ganges river. A: Ok, dude, you want to speak now, you better be careful, if you do want to speak, just keep the phone down and get lost. Do you undertstand what I am saying dude? You are showing exactly who you are, from where you are. That’s what you are showing. That’s-That’s in your blood, so there is no suprise there, right? J: You are threating me! We will launch nuclear missles at the Punjabi southern India! You are dirty mud person, I took a big shit in the river Ganges! A: Okay, DUDE!, Just get lost. You take care. You have a nice day. Next time you just call it- Next time you just call us, you’re going to be in big trouble, okay? You better be careful. J: I violate the corpses floating in the river Ganges. A: And uh, just do one more thing, do one more thing, tell your mother all these things, she will definitely like it. Okay? (Hiroshima-sized LOLity that JiZZy could not possibly hold back) J: (Explodes in utter lolity for the next approximately 25 seconds) Grog: What did he say? JiZZy: Did you record that? TehDely: YES!
Crazy. I didn’t even realize that yesterday was February 29th. I typically do
notice when months do crazy things, like when they have extra days that they
don’t typically see. I’m having trouble keeping my eyes open right now. I just
got back from working all night, and my feet are ridiculously sore. I’ve
consumed more caffeine in the last 18 hours than most people consume in a week.
I’m starting to physically slow down. I can’t even get adequate sleep despite my
exhaustion. Something will wake me up and I’ll find it impossible to go back to
sleep. It’s not the light, my bedroom is really incredibly dark. It’s the noise,
I think. The last time I did midnights I found the best results when I slept
with earplugs in. But I also need to be able to wake up to an alarm clock.
Tricky business, these third shifts. I’ll figure it out- or die trying.
I feel like a douchebag. I need to stop writing blog posts while drunk. Loose
lips sink ships, and some opinions are best left unmuttered. I have a habit of
opening my big damn mouth when the situation least calls for it. Not sure what
the hell I can do about that except manage it and attempt to manage the fallout
(which is typically inevitable). Ah well. In the very least, I can assure the
five people who read this blog (including myself) that no one who is reading
this doesn’t already know my opinions on things. Basically, if you’re reading
this blog, you already knew I was going to write it before I did. In most cases,
anyways.