So, it looks like the battle rages on between Emick and Hubris. Will the rampant Googler win, or the drug-addled vet? Only time will tell, and now YOU can witness the rofl-tastic dissolution of the mighty Backtrace Security.
I’ve preserved some timelines for posterity.
A5h3r4h - Fresh as of 8:00 AM
Hubris - Fresh as of 3:00 PM
Have fun, kids. Don’t get hurt Googling yourselves. :3
It looks like Hubris has finally had enough. Enough of what, I can’t tell. But the fallout between Him and A5h3r4h has been sincerely lulzy. I’m damn near dying, laughing at her condescending, horrible “help” email, in which she belittles and is generally bitchy, status quo. It looks like BacktraceSec has been generating some funds in their witch-hunt of Anons, and A5h3r4h (henceforth referred to in this post as “Emick”), can’t seem to hold on to any of it. Of course, with any e-drama leakage onto the internet, it’s important to take everything you read with a grain of salt. However, I’m still reading the fucking hilarious twitter fight* between them. A few things gleaned in the past five minutes of reading:
I’m about to go see “The Hunger Games” at the theater. Never read the books before, haven’t even heard of it until now. This ought to be interesting. I’ll be sure to throw down some comments, if I have any, after seeing it.
Sorry, I’ve been a terrible blogger lately (as always). I’ll strive to improve. I promise.
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Definitely time to go back, even if only for a day trip.
It would seem I have the kinks worked out in my rsync setup. I guess I
herped before derping when setting permissions, not realizing that the only way
to get the binary to execute with a new login group added was to restart the
process. It’s okay, I have a helmet to protect me from myself. It’s padded and
has hexagons like a turtle shell. Hurrrrr.
Aside from that, though, things are going. I’m working still. Always good to have net gain in funds week by week. My feet, arms, and come to think of it- everything hurts. Sometimes it hurts in a gratifying way. Body parts such as my feet, however, not so gratifying. More of a stinging, burning sensation. Cramping also sucks. Back cramps, foot cramps, overall horrible cramping. I’ll survive. I’m not here to bitch, dammit. I’ll cease this at once.
The installation of my virtual soapbox is now complete. I wrote a half-second
bash script to take care of fixing permissions on my end before rsync-ing the
whole load to the “web server” (term used loosely, here, as the janky garbage I
have set up only took two whole seconds of deployment). Everything should be all
set. No more XML: PARSER JUST HAD A GODDAMNED FUCKING SEIZURE, YOU RETARD
style errors or 403 Asshat Has No Permission issues. Should deploy with two
simple commands and let me stand on my little, virtual, audience-less, soapbox
all day long.
My prior Jekyll setup was as such:
I’ve since decided that was “A Bad Idea™”, and have chosen to offload the work from the EC2 instance to my FreeBSD machine instead, updating content with rysnc as it’s generated. This poses a few minor annoyances for the moment. First, the DSL I’m connected to is currently crawling at a snail’s pace. However, the nice thing is that you, the reader, don’t see all my ugly fuckups as they happen. Instead, you only get to see the pretty pre-formatted pages as they’re ready for print. That’s a major advantage. As I learn Maruku, you’re not forced to watch me painfully learn it’s syntax. Good stuff, huh?
