Another Sort of Hooligan
I got to hook up Ye Olde Serial Cable tonight. The disk seeking-noises from my server were too regularly-timed to be normal. Sure enough, I find someone is attempting to login over ssh every two seconds. I don’t know aaron, or adom, or adlai, or adrian, or agatha, or any of the hundreds of other names. These people certainly don’t have shell accounts on my server.
Of course, it’s some moron in Rio with a dictionary attack script. I’m just an IP address listening on port 22 to him, but I wish he were reading this site. I could say to him, “You, sir, are many vile, despicable, unflattering things I won’t write here because this is the Internet and children might find this page if they’re not scared off by the picture of the bearded man at the top. But think of an insult that would make your mother cry, and imagine me never calling you that, because it’s too good for you.”
