Subject: what do you think? From: "me" Date: 1998/06/30 Message-ID: <6nao0u$cte@newsops.execpc.com> Newsgroups: alt.2600.debate,alt.phreaking Organization: Exec-PC BBS Internet - Milwaukee, WI X-Complaints-To: abuse@execpc.com X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.2106.4 X-Trace: daily-planet.newsops.execpc.com 899212126 13230 (None) 169.207.45.22 hi. a couple days ago i posted a message; i'm surprised it didn't show up here, [note--it DID show up on alt.phreak] it was on the list of newsgroups to post to; but lately, my ISP has been all over my butt in that area. I shouldn't be surprised if something doesn't work my way. So... i posted a message for my magazine. Quite simply, it stated: subject: DiRT magazine chat meeting to discuss first issue. >irc.ais.net >#DiRT_magazine >friday >until 3pm central time. >not likely too early (ie., before 9 or 10 am) > >i'd really appreciate seeing you there. > >thanks. > >~b >http://members.tripod.com/~mighty_joe_young/ > > apparently, some saw that as unreasonable. y'see... ...one of the newsgroups that got posted to was one called rec.games.rougelike.nethack . One would look at the name, such as i did, and inquire "hm? nethack? perhaps it is a hackers newsgroup..." ...common sense. But no... ...this is newsgroup full of middle aged geeks who have nothing better but to sit at the computer all morning in their pajamas (with the feet? you know the ones...) eating a bowl of cereal and making sniviling little "cool" gestures to their equally pathetic geek buddies. Well, apparently, they're angry geeks. Mom must have walked in and asked for the rent. So, i was bitched out. And in perfect geek - trekkie form. I really had to laugh at this one,.... >[It's morning. Quiet morning. > >Birds sing in trees, and everyhing is quiet outside of the Nethack >Cafe. > >However, things are not really nice inside of the Cafe. For some days, >the commander of RGRNCA has not been around; fortunately for the >regulars, they have been able to do some things to stop the d00ds and >their tiresome rantings. > >Let's take a look inside the cafe. An "anonymous" d00d is right now in >the Cafe, shouting LOUDLY at the customers. Fortunately, this old >building has good sound-proofing, or else this shouting would >seriously cramp the tranquility that lies outside of the building. > > >Tranquility? Not quite. The sun rises right now. High above the >leaves, an attack helicopter can be seen. It comes closer and closer, >bringing more and more noise to the ears that happen to be listening. > >We now see the chopper clearly. It's Kewlashnikow Aircrafts KA-205 >Ilukkevotnel (nicknamed Vottie), a really advanced attack >helicopter. A slate-blue RGRNCA logos have been painted to the green >sides of the helicopter. From outside, we see a silhouette of an >anthropomorphic wolf who sits in the cockpit. He's obviouslu about to >say something to the radio mic...] > >This is Vottie One coming from RL sector... come in, Base. > >[We hear static noise and a machine voice replying, "Roger Vottie one, >give your destination."] > >Base, Vottie One is approaching Octathrope One Eight Six One Four >Eight Roger Juliet, I repeat, Octathrope One Eight Six One Four Eight >Roger Juliet, and needs to land at 2000 hours Zulu. > >[We hear robot replying "Copy that, Vottie One. Clear to land." > > >Back to the Cafe. It is obvious that the ranting has not stopped. The >d00d is still ranting:] > >On Fri, 26 Jun 1998 02:36:55 -0500, me wrote: > >>irc.ais.net >>#DiRT_magazine >>friday >>until 3pm central time. >>not likely too early (ie., before 9 or 10 am) >> >>i'd really appreciate seeing you there. >> >>thanks. >> >>~b >>http://spamah.spamah.spamah.spamah.d00da.d00da.hei.hoi.spammity.spam.d00d/ > >[The d00d suddently stops his d00dings. Something is wrong. > >He sees some newbies smiling at him. All he has seen so far has been >sings of anger. > >He listens carefully. > >A quiet music can be heard coming from the speaker set next to the >bulletin board. Jashpar, the peaceful werejackal who acts as a waiter, >smiles a little at the d00d and turns the volume up. > >Ride of the Valkyries. No wonder the newbies were smiling. > >Thundering noise of the helicopter blades can be heard from >outside. The d00d correctly notes that cold pearls of sweat have >appeared to his forehead. He suddently gets very nervous, turns around >and looks out of the window. > >...and screams in horror what he sees. He collapses to his knees... > >Too late for him to escape. > >The door bursts open, and WWWWolf rushes in, brandishing his trusty >old RK200bt...] > >RGRNCA RIDES AGAIN! This group is again under constant surveillance of >the Advisory - citizens can now leave their d00dslicers home. > >::WWWWolf points the d00d with his rifle. The d00d is obviously having >a bad day - he has curled into small ball, snivels, mewls and pukes >and tries to make noises that sounds like maaaamaamaaamaaa.... WWWWolf >gives his best "you are too stupid to live" look to the cr3t1n. And >smiles somewhat oddly.:: > >I'm back. And, to quote S.P.U.T.U.M folks, "Yummy Yummy Yummy we've >got 'Pinks' in our tummy and we feel like kicking @ss, like kicking >@sssss...." > >::WWWWolf grabs the cretin from throat, neatly pulls him up and close >to him and peers deep into the eyes of the d00d...:: > >You have been very, very naughty. And very, very stupid. And very, >very, very, very, very stupid. Yes, I know I said it twice, but you're >so stupid I just *had* to say it twice. > >Your Serious Offence: Spamming. You tried to make the Very Commong And >Obviously Higly Respected D00daregexpingad0dal1zat10n what I call >"Regexping" - I said "highly respected" but that probably just applies >to the d00ds, not to the normal people. You see... > >Normal. People. Just. Hate. It. When. People. Cross. Post. To. rgrn. >And. The. D00D. Thinks. This. Is. Relevant. Group. Too. Did I said it >slowly enough for you to comprehend? I hope so. Emacs autowrap had >problems breaking that line. Don't make me to kluge my Emacs. That >makes me, you know, REALLY angry. Especially when I have this short >attention span. > >My job is to tell you that... Abuse report... is... ON... ITS... WAY! > >Okay, then the Real Offense: Posting From An ISP With Good Abuse >Reporting Scheme. Ah, You see, you think you are some bloke called >"me" ... You think you will not get any mail about >this at all, but hey, you know what... > >Newsgroups: (n+1 groups, not included here) >Organization: Exec-PC BBS Internet - Milwaukee, WI >Message-ID: <6mvj5q$lun@newsops.execpc.com> > ^^^^^^^^^^ >NNTP-Posting-Host: crinoth-14.mdm.rnd.execpc.com > ^^^^^^^^^^ >X-Trace: daily-planet.newsops.execpc.com 898846714 22487 (None) 169.207.45.30 >X-Complaints-To: abuse@execpc.com > >Uh now, people, our spam-hating citizens: Is this spam? > >::WWWWolf cheerfully listens to the crowd that shouts "YES!":: > >That's right! Do we know from where it originated, and how it >originated? > >::WWWWolf cheerfully listens to the crowd again, hearing the crowd >shouting "YES WE DO! FROM EXEC-PC!":: > >That's right too! And now, the best question of all... Do we know >where to send our complaints to? > >::Another listening break. WWWWolf hears another shout: "YES WE DO! >!":: > >That's right again! Let's proceed to the Greatest Moment in RGRNCAMU >message: The LARTing! > >::WWWWolf drags d00d out of the door, drops him to the ground under >the helicopter and grins wickedly. He climbs to the helicopter and >grins REALLY wickedly. He gets some altitude with the thing - about >100 feet - and shouts down from the bottom of his lungs so that the >d00d can hear...:: > >See that fly in a spider's web down there in the forest? Oh, you >can't. I forgot that you humans don't see that far. Okay, I will blow >it up with this small rocket. You know, I will just show you my little >new RGRNCA war toy to you before I execute you. chmod a+x d00d and >somesuch... > >::WWWWolf prepares to push the launching button, locks the rocket on >fly and utters "Terve, terve, tässä on todellakin Hukka" before he >pushes the button. Something malfunctions - the rocket is released, >but the rocket engine doesn't start. Instead, it falls on the hapless >d00d.:: > ><<>> > >Hmmm... Small problems with our rocket engines, it seems. Oh well, I >have to get the original are desc from my tf logs and re-@desc the >area later. > >::WWWWolf lands the chopper, and walks into the cafe. He stops at the >verandah and breathes deep, looking around the clearing.:: > >Ah... This is the best work place I have ever been. I love this job. >Hmmm. Philosophical moment, I guess. Okay, here's a small bit of >wisdom: Usenet is a war zone. The normal people are civilians, the >admins and volunteers are soldiers, and the enemy is the hardest enemy >of all - the human stupidity. Maybe the things just are that way... > >::WWWWolf ponders on this for a moment, then starts whistling >innocently and returns to the cafe.:: > > - Signed, WWWWolf of > rec.games.roguelike.nethack CR3T1NZ advisory (Mobile Unit), Vestrum > Excrucibo (Our battlecry: "Wrong Newsgroup, pal!") > >-- >WWWWolf (known to some as Urpo Lankinen), just another lupine technomancer > ICQ:4291042 -==(RGRNCA)==- sickening huh? i mean... ...that one person could produce such drivel? forming a fucking union to bitch about me? for what? offering them to write for my magazine? "sorry! it'll never happen again!!" ...oh yeah? did i mention i'm even on his pathetic 'group' website. ("heh heh *snort* hey fellas!! look i put this guy on my website!! heh heh *snort*... "...we've really shown him a thing or two..." "heh heh *snort* yeah! heh heh*" "heh-- hey! isn't star trek on now?* [mad panic and fight to get to the tv]) i'll let you take a look... ...the url is http://personal.eunet.fi/pp/wwwwolf/games/nethack/index.html , but i can give you a summary of the part i'm in (go ahead, look... ..it's interesting reading.) >26.6.1998 me - We come back, and when we come back, we >come back with d00dz locked on sights. [Spammer] [W00h00! as I expected, Exec- >PC abuse staff did some d00dling with this s'd00bid d00d... Job well done.] well... ...all i really got was a note saying they got some complaints. ...that i should read the newsgroup policies before posting. ...and my dad got kinda pissy at me. whop dee ding. You geeks happy? "i really got my ass chewed out this time!" so um. anyway,.. ..this just upsets me a little. ...i mean, that i try to do my job of editor of this magazine, and a bunch of sniveling little star trek geeks think they've just whipped the shit out of me. Normally, i don't bother with such pittiful wastes of flesh.. ...but y'know... ...i'm really sick of this shit. People goin' around with chips on their shoulders (that they put there) attempting to rough up other people (weakly attempting i might add) and inflating their egos. So. If i said i was "going to eradicate this scum from the face of the internet!!" then i'd be no better than this over-imaginative, under-hormoned dissillusioned geek. No, i'm not procclaiming internet warfare (but believe me, if either of us can, i sure as hell could)... ...i'm just going to say quite bluntly. it's not over. thanks for the time. ~b DiRT Magazine http://members.tripod.com/~mighty_joe_young/ DiRT_11 at yahoo dot com