Well, I got hacked! Congratulations to the geniuses behind that little caper, as they managed not only to interrupt a tiny personal blog that no one even looks at, but also to completely squander the opportunity to use their hacking skills to send a message other than that they are illiterate asses. Nice work, guys.
Now I will undertake to restore my own content, and they will undoubtedly move on to some other equally-magnificent and world-changing feat.
Before I end, though, I would like to say a word or two about responsible hacking.
First of all, you should know why you hack. If you are hacking only because you have no other hobbies, no pastimes that actually add something good to the world, strive to make it better (or at least more interesting) in some way, STOP right there, and slowly back away from the keyboard. Call your mom and try to remind yourself of a goal–any goal–you once had, even for a minute, that might have made her proud. Think of how you could pursue that goal instead of this one which wastes your life away.
If you decide to stay in the game, know what you want. And, want something real. It isn’t really enough to want me, a smalltime vanity administrator, to “Patch [my] shit, yo.” You have to admit, you will get nothing out of it if I do except a more-challenging hack next time. This amounts to nothing, yo. So, develop a list of demands, at least. Craft a message for your highjacking redirect that makes a real statement–about the world, conditions in your neighborhood, the joys of a perfect martini, man’s inhumanity to man, whatever. “U got hacked” is unworthy of your talents.
And finally, for God’s sake, don’t be a Johnny-one-note. Get some sun, maybe take a lesson or two in English grammar. This hacking thing, it pays for shit. And it makes people pity you, you poor, pathetic thing.
