Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Changing
Hey Everyone,
Just was thinking it was time for me to put something that I wrote, and not bunch of stuff I just find. Well right now I'm at a strange point in my life, not really knowing what is going to happen from day to day. I'm at the age where you start to break away from your parents and begin to make the transition to rely on yourself and only yourself. No one to help to patch the wounds that life gives you or point you in the right direction, but, that's not the only thing that is changing. When you get to this point it seems like your social life is forced to change, and not in a good way. It has been pretty stupid seeing everyone give up there hobbies, and other things. And for what...? Drinking and going to parties just to drink. The best part of this, is the fact that if you don't go to parties or go out drinking...you end up not having many friends. Along with no one knowing the words "long term relationship” going from person to person just because they get "board". Just to let you know I'm not just making this up, more watching how people my age act and live their lives to help me get some sort of direction. Ha ha some help that is, just think about it over the years what girls look for is not the same. Girls don't want the sweet, smart,... the kind of person that just has a good head on their shoulders. Anyway I'm getting tired.
But oh ya , I have some projects I'm going to be starting, so keep checking in.
As always, Peace out and keep on fragging
Killern00b
Just was thinking it was time for me to put something that I wrote, and not bunch of stuff I just find. Well right now I'm at a strange point in my life, not really knowing what is going to happen from day to day. I'm at the age where you start to break away from your parents and begin to make the transition to rely on yourself and only yourself. No one to help to patch the wounds that life gives you or point you in the right direction, but, that's not the only thing that is changing. When you get to this point it seems like your social life is forced to change, and not in a good way. It has been pretty stupid seeing everyone give up there hobbies, and other things. And for what...? Drinking and going to parties just to drink. The best part of this, is the fact that if you don't go to parties or go out drinking...you end up not having many friends. Along with no one knowing the words "long term relationship” going from person to person just because they get "board". Just to let you know I'm not just making this up, more watching how people my age act and live their lives to help me get some sort of direction. Ha ha some help that is, just think about it over the years what girls look for is not the same. Girls don't want the sweet, smart,... the kind of person that just has a good head on their shoulders. Anyway I'm getting tired.
But oh ya , I have some projects I'm going to be starting, so keep checking in.
As always, Peace out and keep on fragging
Killern00b
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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Friday, January 16, 2009
The Hacker Manifesto
But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
I am a hacker, enter my world...
Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a Hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
I am a hacker, enter my world...
Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a Hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
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