Anonymous Brings Down the Government
OK, that’s a slight exaggeration and also very vague. I came across this story this morning – apparently hacker supergroup Anonymous (the lot who brought down the Scientology sites in January 2008 and have been a part of a range of other pranks and crashes) recently hit a number of Australian government sites with DDOS attacks in protest of the country’s increasing moves towards a censored internet.
Holiday Home Insurance, Car Insurance, Health Insurance; Can I Get Spam Insurance?
We live in a world where we seem to be under the impression that we can cover all the variables, that we can protect ourselves against any possible thing. We don’t like surprises and we’ve got cover protecting us against every possible waste of our time – holiday home insurance, health insurance, pet insurance, but the question I have to ask is ‘Where’s my blog insurance?’
Bad Websites Make Me Sad
I’m something of a tech-nerd and fancy myself as a bit of a creative; whether that’s writing, music, Photoshop stuff or video editing, so naturally I’ve got a bit of an understanding of how difficult DreamWeaver is to use. Web design’s not easy, especially if you actually want to make your site work with search engines and stuff, which is why I feel bad for friends bands and businesses when they’ve got poor websites – it’s not like it’s hard to find good web design in Essex – there are companies and competent people everywhere.
Today DMCA-Merica, Tomorrow The World
Looks like the American copyright Gestapo are at it again. Not content with trying to criminalise everyone on the internet in America, a leaked document shows that the US are trying to foist their newly updated DMCA notice and takedown process on the rest of the world. Joy of joys; time to hide the laptops in the air conditioning vents again then.
Deleted
Social networking’s a funny thing. Yesterday evening, I accidentally deactivated my Facebook account. I hadn’t realised that I’d done it as I walked away from my PC and sat down to watch Flashforward, but I knew the score by the second ad break.
In the space of half an hour, my poor BlackBerry was assailed with eight texts and seven emails from people asking me why I’d deleted my Facebook, was everything OK and one asking if I was dead. I wouldn’t mind, but that last one was from my flatmate who was literally in the next room.
