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I do the club scene a lot, some say I am a good dancer. I enjoy having a few drinks, usually ale or mead, and I have been known to cause a scene now and then...

Eric paused, breathing heavily. He'd never done this before and he wanted to make sure all of his best qualities were included in this email.

I am a geek, to be frank, and I enjoy hacking UNIX and maintaining Open Source programs such as Felchmale^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^HFetchmail and a bevy of FAQs regarding 386 sound internals and role-playing games. I've been doing this for 15 years though I've never held a job in my life.

Eric wondered if this woman he had found on match.com would be impressed with his talents. He decided to put more detail into the message.

I recently drove 24 hours straight, with but two stops for gasoline, from Eastern PA to Kansas City in an effort to destroy my two arch-nemeses. I would have succeeded except that I blew a head gasket as I was about to shoot one of them from my moving car on Route 69. I am an excellent shot and love guns in general.

ESR pondered for a moment, wringing out his soaked handkerchief, and continued with his typing.

So what languages do you know? I fancy myself quite an accomplished amateur linguist and know Anglo-Saxon and Old Icelandic inside and out. I often compose little riddles in them for fun and mental exercise. In fact, I'll include one for you now!

Chewing on his tongue and squinting, Eric pushed his mind into overdrive and produced a beauty of a riddle on the spot:

Windeth I towarde the skye
I haveth eye but blinde am I

Pleased with his linguistic talents, undoubtedly matched by no one, Eric then asked his potential love-conquest:

Can you guess the answer to that? In case you can not, the correct answer is "my erect penis." I hope you enjoyed that; I do this sort of thing all the time.

Eric exhaled slowly and rubbed his belly. It was growling and no doubt wanted its nightly bottle of Jgermeister. He decided to finish up the email in anticipation of the coming alcoholic stupor.

Well I don't want to make this email too long -- I have a lot of responsibilities in real life to deal with. My role-playing group is coming over and we are spending the next week holed up in the forest near my home in character playing out a possible scenario from Beowulf. I need to get dressed up and I can not find my bear-claw mittens.

Eric wondered how to wrap up the email, something that would hook the lady on him and make her want more...

I hope we can meet and have sex. Despite my cerebral palsy, I am a monster in the sack! Maybe you'll get to see for yourself, LOLOLOL! ;-)

Love,
Eric S. Raymond

Today was shaping up to be a great day for Eric S. Raymond, Open Source figurehead and accidental anthropologist extraordinaire. He had finally received, after two years, a reply to his Match.com love-letter. Using Open Source tools such as Perl and Jgermeister, Eric had wired his entire house to his 386 running Linux. His shack had just lit up like a Christmas tree before his eyes the instant the reply hit his inbox.

Straining to read the dusty 13" monitor, ESR pulled out a soiled handkerchief and spat it in, eagerly wiping away the years of filth and grime. When the screen was cleared, he sat anxiously at his kitchen table waiting for his lovely's email to come up. After what seemed like minutes (and was actually closer to a half hour) of Linux swapping, Felchmale displayed he

Today was shaping up to be a great day for Eric S. Raymond, Open Source figurehead and accidental anthropologist extraordinaire. He had finally received, after two years, a reply to his Match.com love-letter. Using Open Source tools such as Perl and Jgermeister, Eric had wired his entire house to his 386 running Linux. His shack had just lit up like a Christmas tree before his eyes the instant the reply hit his inbox.

Straining to read the dusty 13" monitor, ESR pulled out a soiled handkerchief and spat it in, eagerly wiping away the years of filth and grime. When the screen was cleared, he sat anxiously at his kitchen table waiting for his lovely's email to come up. After what seemed like minutes (and was actually closer to a half hour) of Linux swapping, Felchmale displayed her reply on the screen. Eric beamed as he read the first few lines, and warm sweat began welling up on his ruddy brow.

Windeth I towarde the skye
I haveth eye but blinde am I

I liked your little poem. ror! You are very clever!

Eric clapped his hands together several times as a smiled festered its way across his face. He exhaled sharply through taut lips, as if he were literally letting pressure off, and mopped sweat from his forehead. He also began opening a new bottle of Jgermeister.

So how did you learn Anglo-Saxon and Old Icelandic? I only know American English. You must be so smart!

Eric almost had a heart-attack. Jger shot into the air and his hands started shaking uncontrollably. This girl was not only beautiful, but recognized his intelligence and therefore his alpha-male dominance! He began drinking the Jger with his trembling left hand as he started pounding on his chest with the right not in victory but in an attempt to get his heart beating in a proper cycle again. Replies this good only came along once in a blue moon. After a few seconds his crooked eyes returned to the email.

I drove to Kansas City to destroy my two arch-nemeses.
I blew a head gasket on Route 69.

What a coincidence! I live in Kansas City and take Route 69 to work every day! I bet you went right by my apartment! Wow, it's almost as if we were fated to meet one another!

Eyes whirring back and forth, Eric quickly scanned the rest of the email. It was bursting with flirtations and niceties. Clearly this woman was swinging material! He wasted no time in writing his reply. Fetchmail crashed, a known bug that Eric had yet to fix, so he started Pico and began typing in earnest, his lazy eye closed in concentration.

DEAR GENTLE MA'AM:

You must be a sorceress for you have enchanted me! (Just like my LARP, lol!)

Please allow me the pleasure of driving 24 hours straight, with but two stops for gasoline, from Eastern PA to Kansas City in an effort to pound your vagina into a sloppy wet mess.

Please send me your address and phone number and I can be on my way!

*hugz*
Eric

With the clack of a key-combo, Eric's reply was hurtling through cyberspace to his lovely in Kansas City. He began packing.

Today was shaping up to be a great day for Eric S. Raymond, Open Source figurehead and accidental anthropologist extraordinaire. He had finally received, after two years, a reply to his Match.com love-letter. Using Open Source tools such as Perl and Jgermeister, Eric had wired his entire house to his 386 running Linux. His shack had just lit up like a Christmas tree before his eyes the instant the reply hit his inbox.

Straining to read the dusty 13" monitor, ESR pulled out a soiled handkerchief and spat it in, eagerly wiping away the years of filth and grime. When the screen was cleared, he sat anxiously at his kitchen table waiting for his lovely's email to come up. After what seemed like minutes (and was actually closer to a half hour) of Linux swapping, Felchmale displayed her reply on the screen. Eric beamed as he read the first few lines, and warm sweat began welling up on his ruddy brow.

Windeth I towarde the skye
I haveth eye but blinde am I

I liked your little poem. ror! You are very clever!

Eric clapped his hands together several times as a smiled festered its way across his face. He exhaled sharply through taut lips, as if he were literally letting pressure off, and mopped sweat from his forehead. He also began opening a new bottle of Jgermeister.

So how did you learn Anglo-Saxon and Old Icelandic? I only know American English. You must be so smart!

Eric almost had a heart-attack. Jger shot into the air and his hands started shaking uncontrollably. This girl was not only beautiful, but recognized his intelligence and therefore his alpha-male dominance! He began drinking the Jger with his trembling left hand as he started pounding on his chest with the right not in victory but in an attempt to get his heart beating in a proper cycle again. Replies this good only came along once in a blue moon. After a few seconds his crooked eyes returned to the email.

I drove to Kansas City to destroy my two arch-nemeses.
I blew a head gasket on Route 69.

What a coincidence! I live in Kansas City and take Route 69 to work every day! I bet you went right by my apartment! Wow, it's almost as if we were fated to meet one another!

Eyes whirring back and forth, Eric quickly scanned the rest of the email. It was bursting with flirtations and niceties. Clearly this woman was swinging material! He wasted no time in writing his reply. Fetchmail crashed, a known bug that Eric had yet to fix, so he started Pico and began typing in earnest, his lazy eye closed in concentration.

DEAR GENTLE MA'AM:

You must be a sorceress for you have enchanted me! (Just like my LARP, lol!)

Please allow me the pleasure of driving 24 hours straight, with but two stops for gasoline, from Eastern PA to Kansas City in an effort to pound your vagina into a sloppy wet mess.

Please send me your address and phone number and I can be on my way!

*hugz*
Eric

With the clack of a key-combo, Eric's reply was hurtling through cyberspace to his lovely in Kansas City. He began packing.

Today was shaping up to be a great day for Eric S. Raymond, Open Source figurehead and accidental anthropologist extraordinaire. He had finally received, after two years, a reply to his Match.com love-letter. Using Open Source tools such as Perl and Jgermeister, Eric had wired his entire house to his 386 running Linux. His shack had just lit up like a Christmas tree before his eyes when the reply landed hit his inbox.

Straining to read the dusty 13" monitor, ESR pulled out a soiled handkerchief and spat it in, eagerly wiping away the years of filth and grime. When the screen was cleared, he sat anxiously at his kitchen table waiting for his lovely's email to come up. After what seemed like minutes (and was actually closer to a half hour) of Linux swapping, Felchmale displayed her reply on the screen. Eric beamed as he read the first few lines, and warm sweat began welling up on his ruddy brow.

Windeth I towarde the skye
I haveth eye but blinde am I

I liked your little poem. ror! You are very clever!

Eric clapped his hands together several times as a smiled festered its way across his face. He exhaled sharply through taut lips, as if he were literally letting pressure off, and mopped sweat from his forehead. He also began opening a new bottle of Jgermeister.

So how did you learn Anglo-Saxon and Old Icelandic? I only know American English. You must be so smart!

Eric almost had a heart-attack. Jger shot into the air and his hands started shaking uncontrollably. This girl was not only beautiful, but recognized his intelligence and therefore his alpha-male dominance! He began drinking the Jger with his trembling left hand as he started pounding on his chest with the right not in victory but in an attempt to get his heart beating in a proper cycle again. Replies this good only came along once in a blue moon. After a few seconds his crooked eyes returned to the email.

I drove to Kansas City to destroy my two arch-nemeses.
I blew a head gasket on Route 69.

What a coincidence! I live in Kansas City and take Route 69 to work every day! I bet you went right by my apartment! Wow, it's almost as if we were fated to meet one another!

Eyes whirring back and forth, Eric quickly scanned the rest of the email. It was bursting with flirtations and niceties. Clearly this woman was swinging material! He wasted no time in writing his reply. Fetchmail crashed, a known bug that Eric had yet to fix, so he started Pico and began typing in earnest, his lazy eye closed in concentration.

DEAR GENTLE MA'AM:

You must be a sorceress for you have enchanted me! (Just like my LARP, lol!)

Please allow me the pleasure of driving 24 hours straight, with but two stops for gasoline, from Eastern PA to Kansas City in an effort to pound your vagina into a sloppy wet mess.

Please send me your address and phone number and I can be on my way!

*hugz*
Eric

With the clack of a key-combo, Eric's reply was hurtling through cyberspace to his lovely in Kansas City. He began packing.

Today was shaping up to be a great day for Eric S. Raymond, Open Source figurehead and accidental anthropologist extraordinaire. He had finally received, after two years, a reply to his Match.com love-letter. Using Open Source tools such as Perl and Jgermeister, Eric had wired his entire house to his 386 running Linux. His shack had just lit up like a Christmas tree before his eyes when the reply landed hit his inbox.

Straining to read the dusty 13" monitor, ESR pulled out a soiled handkerchief and spat it in, eagerly wiping away the years of filth and grime. When the screen was cleared, he sat anxiously at his kitchen table waiting for his lovely's email to come up. After what seemed like minutes (and was actually closer to a half hour) of Linux swapping, Felchmale displayed her reply on the screen. Eric beamed as he read the first few lines, and warm sweat began welling up on his ruddy brow.

Windeth I towarde the skye
I haveth eye but blinde am I

I liked your little poem. ror! You are very clever!

Eric clapped his hands together several times as a smiled festered its way across his face. He exhaled sharply through taut lips, as if he were literally letting pressure off, and mopped sweat from his forehead. He also began opening a new bottle of Jgermeister.

So how did you learn Anglo-Saxon and Old Icelandic? I only know American English. You must be so smart!

Eric almost had a heart-attack. Jger shot into the air and his hands started shaking uncontrollably. This girl was not only beautiful, but recognized his intelligence and therefore his alpha-male dominance! He began drinking the Jger with his trembling left hand as he started pounding on his chest with the right not in victory but in an attempt to get his heart beating in a proper cycle again. Replies this good only came along once in a blue moon. After a few seconds his crooked eyes returned to the email.

I drove to Kansas City to destroy my two arch-nemeses.
I blew a head gasket on Route 69.

What a coincidence! I live in Kansas City and take Route 69 to work every day! I bet you went right by my apartment! Wow, it's almost as if we were fated to meet one another!

Eyes whirring back and forth, Eric quickly scanned the rest of the email. It was bursting with flirtations and niceties. Clearly this woman was swinging material! He wasted no time in writing his reply. Fetchmail crashed, a known bug that Eric had yet to fix, so he started Pico and began typing in earnest, his lazy eye closed in concentration.

DEAR GENTLE MA'AM:

You must be a sorceress for you have enchanted me! (Just like my LARP, lol!)

Please allow me the pleasure of driving 24 hours straight, with but two stops for gasoline, from Eastern PA to Kansas City in an effort to pound your vagina into a sloppy wet mess.

Please send me your address and phone number and I can be on my way!

*hugz*
Eric

With the clack of a key-combo, Eric's reply was hurtling through cyberspace to his lovely in Kansas City. He began packing.

I do the club scene a lot, some say I am a good dancer. I enjoy having a few drinks, usually ale or mead, and I have been known to cause a scene now and then...

Eric paused, breathing heavily. He'd never done this before and he wanted to make sure all of his best qualities were included in this email.

I am a geek, to be frank, and I enjoy hacking UNIX and maintaining Open Source programs such as Felchmale^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^HFetchmail and a bevy of FAQs regarding 386 sound internals and role-playing games. I've been doing this for 15 years though I've never held a job in my life.

Eric wondered if this woman he had found on match.com would be impressed with his talents. He decided to put more detail into the message.

I recently drove 24 hours straight, with but two stops for gasoline, from Pennsylvania to Kansas City in an effort to destroy my two arch-nemeses. I would have succeeded except that I blew a head gasket as I was about to shoot one of them from my moving car on Route 69. I am an excellent shot and love guns in general.

ESR pondered for a moment, wringing out his soaked handkerchief, and continued with his typing.

So what languages do you know? I fancy myself quite an accomplished amateur linguist and know Anglo-Saxon and Old Icelandic inside and out. I often compose little riddles in them for fun and mental exercise. In fact, I'll include one for you now!

Chewing on his tongue and squinting, Eric pushed his mind into overdrive and produced a beauty of a riddle on the spot:

Windeth I towarde the skye
I haveth eye but blinde am I

Pleased with his linguistic talents, undoubtedly matched by no one, Eric then asked his potential love-conquest:

Can you guess the answer to that? In case you can not, the correct answer is "my erect penis." I hope you enjoyed that; I do this sort of thing all the time.

Eric exhaled slowly and rubbed his belly. It was growling and no doubt wanted its nightly bottle of Jgermeister. He decided to finish up the email in anticipation of the coming alcoholic stupor.

Well I don't want to make this email too long -- I have a lot of responsibilities in real life to deal with. My role-playing group is coming over and we are spending the next week holed up in the forest near my home in character playing out a possible scenario from Beowulf. I need to get dressed up and I can not find my bear-claw mittens.

Eric wondered how to wrap up the email, something that would hook the lady on him and make her want more...

I hope we can meet and have sex. Despite my cerebral palsy, I am a monster in the sack! Maybe you'll get to see for yourself, LOLOLOL! ;-)

Love,
Eric S. Raymond

Oh look, you're just regurgitating a pre-written troll from a troll site. Go away, troll.

The parent poster is proof that Linux users are terrorist deviants. For those who don't know nmap, the command will scan random hosts and try to find Windows machines with port 445 open. This is the port that Windows file sharing (SMB) uses. The history of the creator of nmap, fyodor, is also cause for concern. He committed a federal offense by hacking into SumDeusExMachina's box. Sir, have you considered that using nmap means that you condone criminal acts?

Except there is no central controlling computer, humans aren't batteries, there is no destroyed landscape, and geeks aren't getting hot hacker chicks (because the "hot hacker chicks" are, in actuality, people like Fyodor's nemesis.

GO BACK to turning TRICKS for your TROLLING SUPERIORS such as VLADINATOR!!!!!!!

YOU ARE A LOSER. HOPE YOU DIE. THANKS!

Eddie?

handJobs was a series of wires and electro-sensitive pads placed on the fingertips that allowed one to manipulate elements of the Mac OS GUI with simple motions. Steve Jobs, being telekinetic from years of tripping acid, wielded it more powerfully than anyone else in his R&D dungeon. In fact, so powerful was his mind that he like to hook the wires and pads up to his own penis and controlled his Power Mac by means of pelvic thrusts and lewd gyrations of his hairy penis and scrotum.

WTF? I post this old troll and it gets modded down and Trollaxor's gets modded up. YHL YHBT HAND

The story can be found here in all of its trollacious glory.

ESR has an insatiable ego and will stop at nothing to enslave the human populous using Open Source tools such as Perl, GIMP and Jagermeister. Read proof here!

YHBT HAND Douchebag

I'd like to thank Trollaxor for making this possible. Everyone else can lick my nuts.

You just replied to one of Trollaxor's old trolls.

Don't you feel smart?

You just replied to one of Trollaxor's old trolls.

Don't you feel smart?

It seems Trollaxor and Apple are in cahoots! Oh, the humanity![humanity.com]



....

You forgot the link to the site.

It has come to my attention that on May 12, 2003, Slashdot ran a story in which it solicited questions for one Fyodor, (in)famous author of Open Source hacker tool nmap. I am rarely roused to action anymore, but I could not let what I saw pass. Millions of innocent security hobbyists and computer enthusiasts are being duped by Slashdot into using tools and websites created by Fyodor without knowing all of the facts:

Fyodor is not a heroic "white hat" security expert, but a depraved, insidious hacker hell-bent on criminal intrusions into systems owned by minors!

Please read on and review some of the facts so that you may come to your own conclusions about Fyodor and nmap.

Beginning innocuously enough with this post by one electricmonk, supposedly a "Linux booth babe," several lonely Slashdot geeks were trolled into replying, both on Slashdot itself and privately by email. One of the individuals who replied privately by email was none other than the subject of this expos, Fyodor, cruising for some hot geek-loving ass. Little did Fyodor know that electricmonk was none other than SumDeusExMachina, AKA SDEM, long-time trolling stalwart. Fyodor had let his hormones get the better of his common sense as he began an attempt to seduce electricmonk.

Not wanting to carry his charade on any further (and understandably so, with an over-excited Fyodor on his tail), SDEM explained politely and truthfully to Fyodor about the non-existant Linux booth babe who was really just a bored young man enrolled in college for the Summer. Fyodor's latest hantise femelle destroyed, he vowed revenge on SDEM no matter the cost. The word wanker echoed in his head as he decided not even the law would stop him in his unholy vengeance. In just over a week, Fyodor had owned SDEM's box and began posting about it in trolltalk.

Luckily, on one unbelievably hot, humid Kansas City day back in August of 2002, Dame Fortune guided my hand to save a copy of trolltalk complete with Fyodor gloating at his criminal victory over SDEM. Scroll down a bit and look for posts by fv and decide for yourself. We even have a statement from one of the two parties involved and a nice summary of events by a very dependable third party who witnessed the entire fiasco. And back in the present, we have several individuals raising questions about Fyodor's morality and legal status.

I now ask you, gentle sirs and madams, would you use a tool written by a known criminal, especially a known criminal who specifically attacks underage boys? Fyodor's endorsement by Slashdot is obviously a betrayal of simple journalistic integrity and ethics, with both the Slashdot staff and Fyodor standing to experience a significant financial windfall from their collaboration. I urge you to reconsider not only your patronage of Slashdot, but also any viewing or use of tools

It has come to my attention that on May 12, 2003, Slashdot ran a story in which it solicited questions for one Fyodor, (in)famous author of Open Source hacker tool nmap. I am rarely roused to action anymore, but I could not let what I saw pass. Millions of innocent security hobbyists and computer enthusiasts are being duped by Slashdot into using tools and websites created by Fyodor without knowing all of the facts:

Fyodor is not a heroic "white hat" security expert, but a depraved, insidious hacker hell-bent on criminal intrusions into systems owned by minors!

Please read on and review some of the facts so that you may come to your own conclusions about Fyodor and nmap.

Beginning innocuously enough with this post by one electricmonk, supposedly a "Linux booth babe," several lonely Slashdot geeks were trolled into replying, both on Slashdot itself and privately by email. One of the individuals who replied privately by email was none other than the subject of this expos, Fyodor, cruising for some hot geek-loving ass. Little did Fyodor know that electricmonk was none other than SumDeusExMachina, AKA SDEM, long-time trolling stalwart. Fyodor had let his hormones get the better of his common sense as he began an attempt to seduce electricmonk.

Not wanting to carry his charade on any further (and understandably so, with an over-excited Fyodor on his tail), SDEM explained politely and truthfully to Fyodor about the non-existant Linux booth babe who was really just a bored young man enrolled in college for the Summer. Fyodor's latest hantise femelle destroyed, he vowed revenge on SDEM no matter the cost. The word wanker echoed in his head as he decided not even the law would stop him in his unholy vengeance. In just over a week, Fyodor had owned SDEM's box and began posting about it in trolltalk.

Luckily, on one unbelievably hot, humid Kansas City day back in August of 2002, Dame Fortune guided my hand to save a copy of trolltalk complete with Fyodor gloating at his criminal victory over SDEM. Scroll down a bit and look for posts by fv and decide for yourself. We even have a statement from one of the two parties involved and a nice summary of events by a very dependable third party who witnessed the entire fiasco. And back in the present, we have several individuals raising questions about Fyodor's morality and legal status.

I now ask you, gentle sirs and madams, would you use a tool written by a known criminal, especially a known criminal who specifically attacks underage boys? Fyodor's endorsement by Slashdot is obviously a betrayal of simple journalistic integrity and ethics, with both the Slashdot staff and Fyodor standing to experience a significant financial windfall from their collaboration. I urge you to reconsider not only your patronage of Slashdot, but also any viewing or use of tools

Probably true...most of Microsoft's successes involve copying the truly great.

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
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• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

Apple

• A Leap Ahead for Apple
• Apple's InkWell: Not Just OCR!
• The AppleScript Experience
• Clarus, the Apple Dog-Cow
• Drug Use and Apple Computers
• Is Mac OS X What I'm Looking For?
• MacWorld New York 2002 Report
• An Open Letter to Steve Jobs
• Phil Schiller: Under Review
• Quartz Extreme Requirements
• Say Hello to iHub

PowerPC

• The G5 Bits Drought NEW
• The PowerPC "G4" Is a Lie
• The PowerPC 7455: Too Little, Too Late
• The PowerPC Conspiracy
• Trading MHz for Mega Hurtz

1. Open HUA, visit the site I ripped off. (7 words)
2. Select all (Control-A) ( call that 1 word)
3. Paste (1 word)

Do note that sllort's comment was in reply to fyodor's own comment, in which he notes (among other things) that sdem is a known troll. (In the page referenced, he notes that he's currently impersonating Theo De Raadt. sdem is obviously not to be trusted.

It would be nice if someone could provide a link to such evidence

I almost suspect that you are attempting to 'troll the trolls' here, but on the offchance that you have not seen the infamous page already, here it is. Happy now?

Slashdot has an interview [slashdot.org] with security legend Fyodor [kitetoa.com], admin of the famed insecure.org [insecure.org] and author of the world's most affordable port scanner, nmap [insecure.org].

The best part of this interview is that Slashdot does not often interview criminals. Many Slashdot readers know that Fyodor used his tool to illegally attack a college student in 2002, for his personal amusement but also to the benefit of Slashdot's admins. For those that don't know the story, I will present a brief summary.

*Those individuals interested in independently verifying the facts presented in this article should skip to the "Verification" section near the end.

Sdem [slashdot.org] had created a hoax account entitled electricmonk [slashdot.org], and used it to post this comment [slashdot.org] pronouncing that we was actually a cute Linux booth babe. "electricmonk" left an email at Yahoo and encouraged Slashdot readers to get in touch.

Fyodor proceeded to do so, boasting of his previous exploits with women he'd met online. He was even helpful enough to attach a picture.

This is where the story turns ugly. Sdem responded with a truthful email, in which he advised Fyodor that the whole thing was a hoax. After that, sdem posted a log of his exploits to sid=20721 (trolltalk), mentioning that he had tricked Fyodor and referring to many of the biters as "wankers". This apparently really set Fyodor off, and he began to plot criminal revenge.

First, Fyodor dug through insecure.org's referrer logs to find what IP address had requested the picture of Fyodor & his paramour. Using this information (and the logged User-Agent), Fyodor knew from the get-go Sdem's IP address and O/S. From this point, he launched nmap against Sdem's box and was greeted with the holy grail of sorts for BlackHats: an open X windows server on port 6000.

Sdem had been running an X-windows server for Windows on his Win2k box. Fyodor was able to bypass the authentication on the X-windows server and used the X-windows server to take complete screen captures of Sdem's machine whilst sniffing and recording keystrokes.

Fyodor proceeded to take hours worth of screen captures, including information on a "secret troll irc server" that sdem was using. Fyodor wrote a detailed writeup of what he observed, including an irc robot used on the server to detect new Slashdot stories for the purpose of early posting. Fyodor also mined and posted as much information about Sdem as he could find, including his real name and contact information. Jamie McCarthy used this illegally obtained information shortly after it was posted to log on to the irc server, monitor the bot, and modify Slashdot in order to break the story monitor.

Fyodor even submitted his "troll hunting" story to Slashdot, though it was rejected.

After he was done hacking Sdem's computer, Fyodor posted his screen captures and a log of his breakin to www.insecure.org/tmp/trolls [insecure.org]. The content was removed 24 hours later. He went on to boast in sid=20721 about his "troll hunting finale". While sid 20721 is regularly cleaned, a cache of Fyodor's boasting about his illegal break-in is available here [trollaxor.com]. Very interesting reading.

So, while Fyodor's interview is no doubt very interesting, I think that, as an accomplished (and due to the lack of prosecution very successful) criminal, the nature of questions given to Fyodor in the interview don't do justice to the type of expertise thi

You're talking about something I just didn't do. All I did was mention in a post that he was one of the people who had contacted me. See for yourself.

Maybe you should do your atroturfing from an account that isn't so easily traceable back to you. Your own page includes a link where you are very proud of writing this troll, from none other than "I Am The Owl". You also own the accounts electricmonk, SumDeusExMachina, "Theo DeRaadt", and I could list many more. How many of the posts in the interview are from yourself? How many mod points have you abused in this interview with all these accounts?

Since you find it so funny to impersonate Theo, I thought you would get a laugh out of me creating this account in your name: Kevin R. Fogleman. Since you Stanford email address no longer works, would you please post your Florida contact info? When you graduate from the university, and start looking for jobs, what do you think employers will find when they Google for your name? I'm sure they'll think all your shenanigans of posing as women and harassing OBSD developers are hilarious! Sorry if this sounds overly harsh, but I am speaking from experience. I made a similar mistake in college and now can't ever take it back.

-m0nk