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Kind of an Odd Day

How is, or did, everyone survive without Twitter and several other forms of media? Here in Idaho, Twitter has been down all day due to a malicious hacker who decided we all have better things to do. (we probably do, but that’s not his choice to make.)

For me, it prevented some of my promotional efforts. Today was supposed to be a light day anyway, but I have a couple of things going on I’d like to spread the word about. I’ll just regroup and mention them here.

First, the Paranormal Bar & Grille is at the CBY Book Club today. This post has excerpts from all the books being promoted. I’d appreciate it if people would check it out, and Twitter isn’t available. Here is the link (LINK), maybe you’ll find your next great reading adventure.

Second, my Amazon Giveaway is still going on. It has exceeded my expectation, because I set it up to run until the 30th of this month and it’s almost over. I purchased five copies of Will O’ the Wisp to giveaway. The odd thing is that three of them went in about 30 hours, the fourth one went about ten hours later. Now it’s been seven days, and that last copy is still there. I really don’t want to run a second giveaway for one copy. Therefore; I’ll give you a little inside information.

When I set this up, I had several options. One invoved the first five contestants winning the prizes. The second one involved some kind of convoluted algebraic thing that I couldn’t make much use of. The third one is what I did. It works like this, pick a magic number and every multiple of that number wins a book until they’re all gone. I chose the magic number of 70. Someone won at 70, 140, 210, etc.

Right now the entrants are standing at 338. This means the odds of winning this thing are astronomical right now. You just have to be the one to hit 350 on the nose. If anyone is interested, Will O’ the Wisp is a great Halloween story. Here is the contest link (LINK)

Third, I’ve compared notes with some of my Story Empire compatriots, and the entrants into our various scavenger hunts have slowed down. There are ten Amazon Gift Cards you could win. You can spend these on anything you like, and aren’t limited to books. In addition, there are five ebooks being handed out. But wait, there’s more. There is also a Rafflecopter for a larger Amazon Card that doesn’t even require any thought.

The best page to link to is the Paranormal Bar & Grill homepage. Right in the middle is the path to the Rafflecopter. At the bottom are links to the individual scavenger hunts. Just pick an author’s name and have fun. Here is the link to get in on these prizes (Also a LINK)

Like I said, Twitter is a decent place to share this info, but it’s not available right now. Besides, I’d like to see one of you guys win something anyway. When my month of promotion ends, I’m going to post an assessment, but I’ll probably post it over at Story Empire. That site needs some love too.

It sounds like Old What’s Her Face and I are going out for pizza and beer tonight. That means I drink beer while she goes deeper into the Boise Townsquare Mall and spends money. At least today is payday. There is no baseball tonight, and Boise State played last night. I’ll take my phone, maybe some of you will comment here.


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Damned Hackers

The text arrived on my cell phone while I was at work. “I’m scared. Can you come out here tonight?” It was Lisa* out at the writing cabin.

I needed to pick my Asian pears, before they were all full of shot hole. 100% organic is for the birds I tell ya. (Or in this case the bugs.) I still got quite a haul off a baby tree that isn’t much taller than I am.

I headed for the writing cabin and left the little gyro copter on the runway. Lisa was at the front desk with her head down on the surface. Her hair hung in dirty clumps over her face. She sobbed lightly as I walked in, but never looked up.

I pulled up one of her guest chairs. “So what seems to be the problem?”


“They’re everywhere these days. There isn’t a whole lot the average citizen can do about them.”

“It’s those poor women. All their private photos are out there for anyone to see, even kids.” She lifted her head, and her skin was blotchy and red. When she looked at me I flinched. She’d removed her eye covers and only the whites and camera lenses showed.

“You’re taking this pretty hard. What’s with your eye units tonight?”

“My tear reservoir is empty and I don’t feel like filling it again. I’ll do it later when I feel better.”

“You don’t have any pictures out there like that. I’m your author; I’m certain of it. There was that calendar you made, and the anti fur poster, but those could be shown on network TV these days.”

“Those women should be able to do whatever they damned well please in the privacy of their own hotel or house. If it was fun to take pictures, so what? They were private, and nobody’s business but theirs and whoever they personally shared them with.”

“Well, at least they’re still famous. They aren’t going to get fired like a cop or a priest would. For some of them, it might even help their careers.”

“It doesn’t matter. They should only be public if the woman decides to make them public.”

I made her a Cubalibre and sat it in front of her.

“This has no effect on me. You know that.”

“It makes me feel like I’m helping.  What can I do?”

She sipped her drink. “I like the temperature fluctuation and the mixture of tastes. I’m upset, because you don’t see the big picture. I’m not worried about some ass looking up my skirt.” She pointed at herself and asked, “What if they hack me?”

“I don’t think that could happen. They don’t have the right technology.”

“Everyone else thought they were safe too. Jerks find a way. If they took control of me, I could be dangerous. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to try finding a good home for B, Bu, Bunny.” She started sobbing.

I led her to the couch and put an arm around her. I’m kind of useless at times like this. “Maybe you could change your passwords.”

“I already did, seventeen times. I set them to 47 characters using numbers and letters with keyboard symbols mixed in. It isn’t good enough. I could hack it in about fifteen seconds with my random number generator.”

“What if you downloaded some other alphabets? You could use the ones that are Hebrew or have those pretty curly letters.”

“That would help, a little.” She reached for her drink and held the cool glass to her forehead. “I have a battle chassis, and I’m stronger than you are. I also have a big assed gun.”

“So we lock the gun up tonight. You’re smart, you’ll figure something out.”

“If I wanted to, I could tear the desk in half. Think about that when you lock the drawer. I just wanted to be human, but I’m not. Not really.”

“Let’s don’t go back there. We decided you’re just a new kind of human. You’re as good as anyone else, and better than some. Do what you have to do to protect yourself. You can’t let it control your life. A pterodactyl could knock me out of the sky on my way home tonight. It doesn’t mean I’m going to hide in the cabin for the rest of my life.”

“That makes sense.” She sipped her drink once more.

I went upstairs and grabbed Bunny. I grunted as I picked him up, he must weigh close to forty pounds these days. I lugged him downstairs and Lisa’s face brightened up. She held out her arms and I handed off her giant rabbit.

* Lisa is the main character in Wild Concept. She’s a robot who helps me around the writing cabin these days.

Hacking into anyone’s private data is absolutely wrong. It’s an invasion of privacy, and it doesn’t matter what the files are. People were hurt by this, and their lives will change forever. It may be their ability to trust others. It may change the way they go about certain aspects of their lives, but they will change. Celebrities should not be fair game any more than the rest of us. I have the hots for several celebrities myself, but this was a dick move.


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