Website hacked by friends
Monday August 9, 2004 – 5:07 amI can’t sleep, I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep! I just had another dream. I was waiting to ride to the doctor’s with a group of guys: John, and a bunch of my old roommates from when I lived at the loft space on S. Wabash. We were in my grandparents’ old house?! And I had my laptop sitting there open, and while I was in the other room, they got into my website and changed everything. They posted a whole series of weird photos and strange graffiti-like entries, changed the template so it had a black background, erased all my old entries. Not only that, they removed all the icons from my dock and replaced my Firefox browser with some horrible version of Internet Explorer that had no menus so I had a hard time even closing it. I was already all upset and worried about the lump on my neck and couldn’t believe they’d fuck with me that way, don’t they have a heart at all? I couldn’t get my computer back the way it was, or my website either, there was no time.
During the part while I was gone and they were apparently fucking with my computer, I was in another room talking to my old co-worker Jessamin. She was talking about lymph nodes, said she’d had a problem with that all her life, and tossed me a bottle of some extra medicine for that. I was dubious that that was the cause in the first place and knew I needed to go to the doctor anyway.
So… after I discovered my computer and the guys laughing around it, it was time to catch the bus so we could all get on our way. But it took me forever to get the laptop together so I could bring it with me… (??) I was SO upset I was crying, a lot more about my website than about the medical thing. The old roommates left; by the time I made it outside only John was waiting. No biggie, he hadn’t been waiting long, he said.
Then I’m in some public square type thing talking to him. There were lots of people around, there was a guy walking up towards us who looked a lot like John too, but it wasn’t. He was smiling, I went back to talking to John. I was asking him WHY WHY WHY, what made you guys think it would be okay to destroy my website that way, and alter my desktop etc.? Didn’t you know I was already upset and worrying myself sick over that damn lump? (I was a LOT more upset in the dream than I am in real life, ok?) John was just shrugging like, I dunno! What? Are ya pissed? Dunno, we were just havin’ some fun and I guess the other guys took over and got carried away with it. I looked back at the guy coming towards us, he was pretty cute. Looked back at John, he’s cute too. I’m thinkin’… John’s a dork sometimes, but I love him anyway. He didn’t even realize it would upset me so much! Never even occurred to him! OK, whatever. Those old roommates though, they SUCK. FUCK THEM. (ha ha!!)
August 9th, 2004 at 6:35 pm
Ahoy Edith!
How faired thee in thine quest ‘pon the old sawbones? Ol’ Richard be mightily concerned forn yourn continuethed health and well-bein’s. Please endeth the suspense and share with us a clean bill of health and a pretty tune as well! Just give a holler to the seas if you be needin’ any fresh organs - I am told I hath possession of a surgeon’s hands when it comes to filletin’ a bilge rat or floggin’ a scurvy dog. And the generous souls won’t be complainin’ much when they find themselves in Davey Jones’ locker. But, I digress…Yarr!
I hope that this message finds ye well, and of good spirit.
Cheers,
Richard The Black, esq.
Landlocked Brethren of the Coast
August 9th, 2004 at 6:42 pm
I’m totally fine Richard! Go read the last comment in the previous drama-packed entry. Like I told my friend earlier, I was totally convinced I had a honkin’ tumor and 3 months to live, but… no such luck for y’all. I’ll be annoying everyone for many years to come. ;-)
August 9th, 2004 at 6:53 pm
Aaah! Tis true - and that be music to mine gnarled, mouldy ears! Methinks I will dance a jig and hoist a pint in thine honor, fair Edith. But, carefully! Forn the last time Ol’ Richard danced a jig, he ended it off by sitting on the sharp end of a scabbard - 15 stitches in a place not meant for neither man nor beast!
Stay well me hearty!
Richard The Black, esq.
Scourge of the Local Deli
August 9th, 2004 at 7:32 pm
Oops - I meant, cutlass, NOT scabbard…yarr…(mumble garble)….
Sink me if this lager has not already bedevilled my typin’ finger!
Richard The Black, esq.
Sharpener of Many Pencils
August 9th, 2004 at 11:24 pm
Phew! It’s always a relief to find lumps to be benign, especially near a birthday. The worry must’ve been intense to show up in a dream about messin’ with your website. Of course, any shrink would remind you what you already know: that the theme of them messin’ with your site was your addled & upset subsconscious’s way of dealing with the scariness of that damn lump. The idea that someone could change your website that you spend so much time getting just right was like that lump (possibly) changing your whole LIFE that you spend so much time getting just right. While your site isn’t your life, it does represent your life in this virtual electronic universe of http://www.-ness. And dreams hgav always been the original virtual reality.
August 9th, 2004 at 11:33 pm
Clay, the website is getting ME just right. Heh. It will *always* have the last laugh.
August 10th, 2004 at 12:43 am
But Edith, the website’s getting YOU just right because you’re it’s master/mistress and it’s just your humble obedient servant, right? It’s that age-old conundrum of which came first: the website or the webdesigner/administrator, since each appears to be a sentient being, kinda, sorta, from this twilight zone of only knowing both through this monitor named iMac . Hey, isn’t it way past bedtime even way out there in Chica-go-go land? Or is it another case of the sleepless night bad dream blues?
August 10th, 2004 at 8:33 am
No, I just slept 8 full hours in a row!! LAST night, that was a bad one, ‘cuz I was full of Bad Thoughts. That’s why I don’t know if I can really call what I have insomnia, as it’s usually just a case of me having "too much to think".