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After sending Aloria a box-of-shit, she felt that something was left unsaid between us. Perhaps my stalking was not firm enough, decisive or just left more questions than answers about my resolve in demonstrating a certain level of ‘affection’. Perhaps she just wanted to send a message of “hey, not scared of you pansy”. Perhaps she is just excited, and this may finally result in a box being sent without a subsequent TRO. I can hope, no, dream…
@aloria:
The folks at attrition are the best stalkers ever. I am not sure if it was my love of the majestic stoat or what, but I received a most excellent box of assorted sundries.
The guys over at attrition have a custom (ritual? hazing?) wherein they mail boxes of useless crap to one another. Since “they’ve” decided to stalk me, I was recently on the receiving end of one of these Boxes of Joy. Blogging ensued.
Some time ago, Jericho decided to clean house a bit. This involved getting rid of leftovers from the fridge, old computer equipment and a wide variety of ‘shit’ that had accumulated over the years. Just giving it up to the trash or Goodwill wasn’t enough. Instead, he took some of the best items and boxed it up to ship off to Lyger. No documentation exists from this event, but believe me, a certain level of trama was established.

Apparently, my address is too easy to get these days. It started in ‘93 when a FOIA request about government sanctioned electro-shock therapy included it. Again in ‘98 when the Congressional oversight committee included my address instead of theirs when mailing 800 “detainees” from Guam. Third time was in ‘02 when some lawyer named ‘Megan’ decided my address should be on the Internets. Most recently, an un-sympathetic judge decided his court could ‘leak’ it to an ex who is still demanding money for “emotional trauma”. This time, who knows, but some crazy stalker found my address and voila, another box of shit arrived.

attrition.org is a small collective of “security professionals” (using that term loosely) because really, we’re not about to give up our day job salaries to work in a music store like we truly want. Over the years, we’ve gone from a solid 25 people to a mere handful that login and actually do anything. We have a few celebrity accounts on here like comega, apacid and nosuchuser. That means that every minute we avoid producing real content for the web site, we’re surfing porn, downloading music/movies illegally or sending each other boxes of shit.