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Underground eXperts United
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[ HoHoCon '94 Review ] [ By Dr. No ]
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/ | Sovereigns | \ As the shovel speaks unto the ground,
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/ | of | \
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/ | Bell | | \ Hands that cannot build must steal.
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/ /| | __________ | | \
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/ / | | / \| |_ With love to Ma Bell.
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/__________ \ | \ | \ \
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/ \ | ||__\ \ Issue #11 By Dr. No
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/ \ | \ HoHoCon '94 Review
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I woke up at 7:02, ate breakfast, did a bunch of stuff in the
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bathroom, threw on my uXu t-shirt (thanks GNN) and then hopped in the
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car for the trip up North. There were three of us in the car, Dr. No (me),
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Flatline, and Walrus. It was about two hours north of San Antonio, and
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we made good time doing 85 MPH. To amuse ourselves, we read copies of
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Guitar World, 2600, and PC Computing magazine. After we tired of that,
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we listened to various musical groups on a tape that Flatline made.
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These included Bad Religion, Green Day, The Vandals, Weezer, and of
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course, the Beatles (including Paul McCartney's "Why don't we do it
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in the Road". A classic.).
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We arrived in the lobby of the Ramada Inn South at about 9:15.
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I canceled my night's reservation, because we couldn't all stay the
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night. We proceeded to seek out the nearest guys with long hair. We found
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them. They had all sorts of stuff with them, including imitation compact
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video cameras and stun guns. We faked like we were taping all the Fed-like
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looking people who walked through the door, and had fun watching their
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reactions. Photon then came downstairs to smoke a few cigs and to chat
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with the newcomers. (he was a co-organizer) He told us about the net room
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which was where all the people who had brought computers and had some
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sort of UNIX system on it took them, and they were networked all together
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and put them on the internet as hohocon.org. He also told us about his own
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personal internet site that he keeps up during the year that we could
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play with. So far, no one has been able to hack it. He told us how he
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made it hard to log in because he had put a password in at the connect.
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It didn't even show any prompt, which lead most people to believe that
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his system had hung. You had ten seconds to type in a password or else
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it'll disconnect. After you type in the password you finally get a login:
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prompt. You still have to guess passwords. There are no unix defaults,
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except root. He has promised to share root access with anyone good enough
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to get through. We also spotted some lady walking by with a huge tote-bag
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and a tape recorder. I immediately piped up "Press!" and Photon went over
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to talk to her. She was from Texas Monthly, and was there to do a story on
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the con. Bonus. Someone also mentioned that there was a blurb in the paper
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about the con that day. Fuck we're 31337.
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At 10:00, we went to the first floor where the con was about to
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start and had to wait outside the doors while they set everything up.
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There was a blind guy there who talked pretty loud and had a real strange
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sense of humor, and all the magazines wanted to interview him. While we
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waited for the doors to open, we got into a conversation about our internet
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access. The three of us were afraid to tell anyone about our account (which
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is probably the lowest priced on the planet, even though it has Nazi system
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admins) for fear that we would get our asses kicked out of jealousy.
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There were probably about 200-300 total at the con, and about three
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quarters of those were waiting outside of the doors for them to open. It
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was getting quite crowded. As I looked around I noticed that they almost
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should have called it a PressCon, because almost the entire group of
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people that were by the door were Press and ended up scribbling like mad
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throughout the entire conference. I can't wait to see some of the reviews
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we get. Finally the door opened. We paid our $10, got our k-spiff red
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checkered wrist bands, and we were in.
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First we went to check out the tables. Fringeware was selling
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some k-spiff t-shirts of Dr. Doobs, 2600, LOD, and miscellaneous
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Hacker clothing, stickers, etc. Cable Busters was selling their
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descramblers, some guy who looked like a hippie straight out of the 70's
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was selling an ATARI and all 6 quadzillion games ever written for it, and
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someone else was selling clocks made out of old computer scrap. Later
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drunkfux was selling I Love Cops, I Love Feds, I Love Warez, and Taco
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Bell/OJ simpson shirts. I have never seen Flatline with so much money,
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and so much enthusiasm to spend it.
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We then met drunkfux, the red haired, nose ringed, organizer. He was
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hooking up a SNES to PC converter. People were playing Mortal Kombat II for
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about an hour into the con. There were three speakers before the lunch
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break. The first speaker was Jon Lebkowsky of FringeWare, Inc. He talked
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about the commercialization of cyberspace and the ongoing effects of
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the World Wide Web. He really didn't have a point to his discussion, and
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most of his time was actually people asking questions and bitching about
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how much commercialization of the internet was preventing people from
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using its full resources because it cost so fucking much. About halfway
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through his speech everyone started laughing and we turned around to
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check out the spectical that had just walked through the door. Two guys
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dressed in blue suits, red ties, mirrored glasses and ear pieces had
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just walked in. Straight out of In the Line of Fire. It was fucking
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hilarious. The guy that was sitting close to us with the fake camera was
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dared to get up and act like he was filming them, but he pleasantly
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declined the offer. Another guy named Thorn aka Juan Folgers, (who kept
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bitching about a 30 something hour bus ride from Washington state) said
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he would go get their autograph, and when he asked them, they declined,
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saying "Not right now son, I'm busy." Then Flatline and Thorn started
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drawing pictures of the feds and putting quotes in their mouths. When
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someone asked to see the pictures, they eventually got passed around the
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entire con until they ended up in the fed's hands. It was fucking great.
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The next speaker was a guy named Internet Master who talked about internet
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security and what was happening was the internet engineering task force.
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He got up there, spoke, and sat down in like 5 minutes. It seemed like
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he almost didn't want to be there. In the intermission between speakers
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some fat guy stood up and said "I own a local bar, and I'm going to be
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passing around free passes. The "Crazy Lady" will have no cover tonight
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for all of you with this pass." I grabbed four. Anyway, the next speakers
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were Doug Barnes, Jim McCoy, and Jeremy Porter. They talked mostly about
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cryptology and how it is effecting the current internet system as it
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gets larger and more commercialized. Douglas Barnes gave a brief
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background of cryptography, Jerry Porter gave an overview of current
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electronic payment systems and how they were developing, and Jim McCoy
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presented notes from an upcoming Primer on Underground Internetworking,
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which is the concepts of setting up an "underground internet" sorta
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speaking. It was kinda like having a PD board with a k-c00l 31337
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Wh4r3ZZZZZZ s3ct10n hidden behind some high-ascii command.
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We then had lunch. We went across the highway to dunkin donuts
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where we ate three donuts each. Flatline had picked up a "I love Cops"
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shirt and hat, and I was afraid some pig might saunter up and strike up
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a conversation on why we loved cops so much. We exited quickly, and went
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back across the highway to the hotel, and into room 518, the net room.
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They had five 486 machines, a 386, a bunch of dumb terminals, and a big
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pile of phone crap laying on the floor. It all amounted to two different
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internet sites: hohocon.org and hohocon.usis.com. Impressive. Apparently
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about 3,000,000 losers tried to hack the site, including ones from sweden,
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who were hitting all the POP mail ports and everything else imaginable,
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looking for a hole. Can you imagine the eliteness of hacking root on
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hohocon.org? heh. The entire net was mainly run by the before mentioned
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Photon and his roommate _fool. No one got in. While they were talking,
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Photon lit up yet another cigarette, and we watched the smoke in the
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sunbeam. It was fucking bad ass, and was like a fractal gone 3d or
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something. God I wanted to trip right there and watch that all night.
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There was also a sheet on the wall on which everyone signed up to get an
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account on hohocon.org so that while you were at the con you could do
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whatever you wanted on the internet.
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Yet again, we went back to the con. The speaker from before lunch
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harped on a little longer about digicash, and then he got off. He basically
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put everyone to sleep. Someone teach that dude how to speak. fuck. Anyway,
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the next guy who got up was Luke Barrymore aka Deth Vegetable, who was the
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guy who wrote the OLD anarchy files Anarchy For Fun And Profit, which
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described how to make a pipe bomb, among other things. What had happened
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was some little shit in canada thought it would be cool to make a pipe bomb,
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and proceeded to blow himself up and send himself to the hospital. The sysop
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of the board that this kid got the file from was later arrested and
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charged with "Inciting Injury to Persons or Property", a felony, and
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"Risk of Injury to a Minor". From what Luke said, this guy was on the
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police's hit list anyway, and they were just looking for a way to bust
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him. Well, Luke, knowing all this information was completely legal and
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protected by the First Amendment, raised hell, and submitted a statement
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to the court. This earned him a call from every fucking journalist in
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the nation, including dateline and CBS. Luke agreed to go onto dateline
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with a pre-agreed set of questions, and to his horror, was not asked any
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of them by Connie Chung. Instead he was asked "Don't you feel responsible?
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Don't you have any remorse?" which is one of those two sided questions
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where if you say no, then you're a heartless bastard, and if you say yes,
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then she asks "Well, why did you write them then?". Fuck You Connie Chung.
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You should die bitch. Anyway, between the jokes he was cracking and his
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interesting story, he caught everyone's attention again, and woke all
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those who were asleep.
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All during the con things were being passed through the
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audience. From disks, to flyers, to ads for a satanic organization (Mock
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Him) it was there. We of course picked up everything, not knowing what
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would be handy. Then the raffle came. They had neat-o prizes such as a
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210MB hard drive, a 14.4k modem, a 600 baud South Western Bell modem, all
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the issues of 2600, Mr. T stickers, autographed posters from Vanilla
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Ice (yo, ho, ho!), Traci Lords pornos, South Western Bell Telephone
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booths, acoustic couplers, the TAP collection, HOPE shirts, 2600 shirts,
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and other assorted stuff. Some asshole had bought like 30 tickets and
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won the Traci Lords, all the 2600's, and a few other things. We were
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going to jump him, but we decided that the hotel security wouldn't
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appreciate it. We didn't win anything. Fuck.
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The next speaker was Damien Thorn, the founder and president of
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Phoenix Rising Communications and a writer for Nuts & Volts magazine. He
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spoke on Cellular Hacking : An Introduction for the Technical Investigator,
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and An Extensive Overview of Cellular Modification & Cellular Security. He
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showed us several ways at collecting ESN's, what happens when and why you
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can modify a cell phone, and showed us a preview of a video he is doing on
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cell hacking. He also had a scanner going, and the people in the front row
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who could see were writing down the numbers like crazy.
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We had to take off at the end of the conference, because of
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personal stuff (fucking KEGS waiting at home!) The stop at Burger King
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was interesting, as it seemed there was one of every minority working
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there. Hmm. In Conclusion, overall the con was fucking great. The
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schedule worked out well, the only thing on the schedule that changed
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was that because the dynamic trio took a little longer than expected,
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their speech carried over a few minutes after the lunch break. Other than
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that, there were no major downbringings or harbringers during the con. I
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don't think anyone was busted this year either, which is also a plus.
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Great Quotes from the Con :
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- "So what's good in this damn raffle?" - Someone
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"Your Mom." - Dfx
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- "Have the federal agents left? Okay, we have a Tracy
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Lords video...." - Dfx
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- "How many tickets did that fucker who won the Tracy
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Lords video and the 2600's and... buy?" - Crowd
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- "And remember, the public thinks that all hackers
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worship Satan.. and rape small animals, and ..." - Deth Vegtable
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- "And they sit around with their 40 ouncers of Hot
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Chocolate and say 'Get me some Marshmallows BEEATCH'" - Beavis
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If you want more info on the con, just want to chat, or are just
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looking for a good H/P board, give the Truth Sayer's Domain a call at
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210-493-9975. Shout outs go to Flatline, Walrus, Juan Folgers, Jack The
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Ripper, and all the users on the Atmosphere and the TSD. Also to pick up
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copies of Soveriegn's of Bell magazine, give the TSD a call.
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