The server that houses WWdN got hit by a script kiddie last night.
I’m very impressed. It takes a lot of brains and courage to run a script against a webserver. Very, very grown up.
My wife said, “I don’t get this. What exactly have you ever done to anyone? Why are these idiots suddenly harassing you?”
I don’t think it has anything to do with me, I told her. I share a server with some other sites, and one of them must have been compromised.
“It was probably this phpnuke exploit that’s been out there for –” I said.
“You lost me at phpnuke,” she said. I laughed.
“It’s pretty sad that someone has to destroy something to feel good about themselves,” she said.
We were washing dishes from dinner at the time, and Nolan came into the kitchen, ready for bed.
“What got destroyed, Wil?” he said.
“Somebody cracked the server that hosts my website,” I said.
“That’s stupid.” he said.
“Yeah.”
“Will you tuck me in?”
“Sure.” I dried the dish I was washing, and he took my hand in his as we walked back to his room.
“I had a really good time tonight,” he said.
“Yeah, me too!” I said. After dinner, we played Hold’Em, then charades. It was a wonderful family evening, like you’d see in some lame 50s TV show.
We got to his room, and he hopped into his bed. Felix was already there, purring loudly.
“Look! I’m on Felix’s rotation!” Nolan said. Felix moves from my room, to Nolan’s, to Ryan’s, and to the living room. He’ll spend a few nights, or even a few weeks, in each spot. It’s pretty cool to be on his rotation, because it feels like you’ve been “chosen.”
I smiled, and rubbed Felix’s chin. He flipped over on his back and purred even louder.
“Sleep well, kiddo,” I said.
“Okay,” he said. “I love you, Wil.”
“I love you too, Nolan. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He reached out his arms, and hugged me tightly. I kissed his head and squeezed him back.
I passed Ryan’s room on my way back out to the kitchen. He was reading in bed.
“I had a great time with you tonight,” I said.
“That was rad.” he said. Then he said something that’s so funny, but so wrong, I won’t repeat it. Something about Anne rivering trips to beat my two pair. I will, however, repeat what he said next: “Oh yeah, I went there.”
“Did you just quote Family Guy?” I said.
He laughed like Peter Griffin.
“I thought so. Okay, when you get back from your dad’s this weekend, I’m introducing you to Monty Python. You’re ready for it.”
“Isn’t that for nerds?”
“You’re ready for it,” I repeated. “Sleep well.”
Earlier today, I got to see the jacket for my book, and I got to share it with my family who I love. Then, I got to have dinner with my family who I love. Then, I played poker with my family who I love, then I played charades with my family who I love. I spent the entire night with my family who I love, creating wonderful memories, while some stupid coward spent his night alone, trying to make himself feel important and relevant by destroying something. Anyone can destroy something. It takes something more to create something.
*Commenting is turned off until we can get some more perl modules installed on the new server.*