|Spuds looking lovingly at his ham radio.||5/2001 – This is bumr. He thinks he’s cool just because he runs devfarm.com.|
|Elonka showing off the side of her Goon Squad tshirt.||This is bumr’s ankle xray. He was trying to do a table dance for some hot chicks at the 2600 meeting but he fell off the table like a doofus and broke his foot.2|
April 2001: As a kid, I went to a grade school called Francis G. Blair Elementary School in East Alton, Illinois. Throughout my 7 years there, a friend and I planned many ways to bring the school to it’s demise. We designed elaborate blueprints of exactly how we would bomb the school so that everyone would be free. Then we started designing blueprints of a plan to blow up the world. Anyway, my point is that my childhood dreams have finally come true – they recently closed down the school and they have destroyed it.
I was looking through my yearbooks for any references in the signatures about my school-bombing plans because they were widely-known at the time, by both teachers and students. But the closest I can find is where Chris Laboube wrote something about me blowing up the world which is pictured below. These days if a grade school kid talks about blowing up the school they’ll send him to prison for 20 years. Back then blowing up the school was an normal & acceptable topic of conversation. What’s WRONG with the world today!?!
April 2001: I attended my first Rubicon in Detroit, Michigan this year and it was a very entertaining event. I managed to drag along St. Louis 2600 attendee Wraith with me. From St. Louis it was a 9 hour drive to Detroit so we woke up around 4am so we could get there around the beginning of the con. The drive was more or less uneventful. We listened to lots of CDs and our average speed was 80MPH. With the time zone change (losing an hour) we ended up arriving at the con around 2:30pm. We only took one wrong turn once was got into Detroit, quickly recovered and found the Ramada Inn easily.
Everyone seems to have this horrible picture of Detroit in their minds, like it’s the most dangerous city on the face of the earth, you’ll be dodging gunfire immediately as you enter the city, you’ll get your ass beat if you get out of your car, etc. This, of course, isn’t true and Detroit isn’t much different than any other city in the States.
Rubicon’s Ramada Inn, however, wasn’t located in the nicest part of town you could hope for. And I can’t say it’s the nicest hotel I’ve ever seen. It looks like it was last decorated in the late 1970’s. Only 2 of the six elevators worked so we ended up taking the stairs a lot. The stairwells smelled like piss, the lower floors smelled musty like basements. This hotel was huge, it was just a little ghetto looking. But this was okay since con attendees spent a lot of time tagging the walls and causing minor destruction. The hotel staff probably didn’t even notice much out of the ordinary.
We didn’t do a whole lot on Friday, just kind of walked around meeting people, listened in on a few of the talks (well, Wraith listened, I mostly played MahJongg on my Palm) and hung around in the network room hooking up my laptop and playing around on the net. I felt kind of retarded for driving 9 1/2 hours to sit around and surf the net. Wraith broke open our room’s phone jack and there were an extra unused 10 or so wires inside the box. We hoped that at least one pair would give us the dial tone for another room but had no luck finding anything.
I got to meet RijilV, Jim and a few of the other con organizers and they were nice enough to pimp my lame PLA tshirts all weekend for me. Then later when we saw people walking around wearing the PLA tshirts we would laugh at them, point and throw things at them calling them stupid PLA lamers. We made 2 people cry and we got beat up once.
We had a lot of fun doing immature, juvinille things like bouncing super balls out of our 11th story window to see how far they’d bounce. After using them all up we ran across the street and retrieved most of them from the grass in front of the AT&T building. Then we duct-taped some fishing line around one and started bouncing the ball continuously off of all the other windows around us. But nobody ever stuck their head out to yell at us so that got boring. Eventually we started lowering the ball to the ground level trying to whack random people in the head but Wraith got the fishing line wrapped around some high voltage wires. We pulled as hard as we could but it was stuck for good. Wraith let the string go and the ball is probably still hanging from some lightpost wires today.
On Saturday night my room got rooted. Me and Wraith were hanging out in the room and causing the usual problems for people down on the sidewalk. We decided to go downstairs for awhile so we left our room and headed towards the elevators. As we rounded the corner about 7 people passed us heading the other direction. We hear one of them say, “Hey, was that Redboxchilipepper??” I reply quickly, “No, there’s no RBCP at this con!” and quickly press the elevator buttons to go downstairs.
One of them comes back around the corner and says, “Wait a second come with us! We have something to show you..” So me and Wraith obeyed them and followed them down the hall. They led us straight to our room and let themselves inside with a key. I was suddenly glad that I came with them. I never did really catch any of their names, but they hung out in the room for awhile and then we all left. It turns out that one of them must have gone to the front desk and said something along the lines of, “Hi I’m Brad Carter. I lost my key and I don’t remember what room I’m in.” The front desk people apparently weren’t the brightest people on Earth and happily furnished them with a spare key and my room number.
Several hours later I found out that my Yahoo email had also been compromised. Someone wrote my username and password on a wall near the network room. Throughout the weekend I’d been hooking my Windows 98 laptop to the network and checking my Yahoo mail. I realized at the time that this was a bad idea, being that I was on a network full of hackers and I was running ’98. But I did it anyway and changed my password each night. My current password was written on the wall though and a broke down in tears as I read it crying “WHY?! WHY!?!” Then I immediately called home and said, “Er, um, Colleen could you log into my Yahoo account and change my password for me?” The hackers were at least nice enough not to change my password and lock me out of the account. That would have been a pain in the ass. So anyway, I think that I hold at least one record at Rubicon – Person Most R00ted In One Weekend!
The few talks that I actually wanted to attend I didn’t get to because the schedules seemed to be all messed up or running behind or something. Hopefully I’ll get to listen to them on mp3 when rubi-con.org gets them up there. We decided to leave rather early on Sunday since we both had jobs to be at on Monday morning. Overall I had a great time and met a lot of interesting people over the weekend and I definitely plan to attend next year.
Friday, January 5th, 2001: 2600 Meeting. I can’t believe the phone company, they screwed up the lines again! This time they managed to forwarded all of a movie theater’s recording line phone calls to PhusionBYTE’s cell phone. You’d almost think that we were somehow planning this out. But we’re not okay? Oh no, we didn’t have anything to do with it! It’s just weird, the phone company keeps forwarding random business phone lines to random cell phone users at each 2600 meeting. So we felt it our civic duty to help the customers who called in for the next hour and a half.
- “Yes, we’re playing Dude, Where’s my Vampire 2000, Police Academy, Police Academy 2, Police Academy 3, Police Academy 4…”
- “Tonight we’re required by state law to tell our customers about a little problem with the popcorn….”
- “What Women Want is really kind of stupid. How about you see Dude Where’s my Car instead? Well I don’t want to tell you the times to What Women Want because it’s a bad movie. Look we have 5 other movies here and I don’t think you should see that one okay?”
- “Thank you for calling ….. Cinema where tonight is free Milk Duds for everyone. Can I help you?”
- “You need to know the showtimes? Don’t you have a paper? They’re in the paper. No? Well do you have internet access? You can get them from www.yahoo.com instead. No? Well is there a convenience store nearby? You can go buy a paper for just 50 cents. ”
- (to cute sounding girl) “I’m the assistance manager and I’m running the whole show tonight. So I tell you what – you come to the movie and bring a few of your friends and I’ll let you in for free and I’ll get you free popcorn and I’ll get some alcohol and we can all sit together.”
- “So are you coming to the show tonight? You are? Well stay away from the JooJoo Beads.”
- “No this isn’t the theater, this is the fire department. Look man, you better quit prank calling the fire department because this is a serious offense. Bullshit, you called here on purpose. You’re too old to be making these prank calls. Maybe I WILL call the police on you!”
Earlier this week the Riverfront Times did an article on Spuds and the 2600 meetings which you can view by clicking here. We were hoping that this would greatly increase attendance but it didn’t do a whole lot this month. There was ONE guy who showed up because of the article. We still had a pretty good turnout this month, probably 30 people or so. Bumr kept making fun of me and throwing things in my hair. I went and told the security guard on him so he had to stop. But then he kept staring at me and told me I couldn’t sit with them because that was the cool peoples’ table so I had to sit by all the Highland retards. That sucked.
Friday, November 3rd, 2000: 2600 Meeting. There’s really not much to write about but I’m going to write anyway so Pyrotech will quit ICQing me and yelling at me for not updating this page. I brought EvilCal with me tonight and he videotaped everybody at the meeting, hoping we could sell the video to the feds we’re working for. Hi Agent Campbell!@#$% (GREETZ) Something crazy happened with my cell phone – SOMEHOW a bunch of tech support calls for some ISP in the NW got forwarded to my number. I can’t imagine how it happened, phones are just crazy things I guess. So we spent the first hour of the meeting handing the phone around and letting everyone “help” customers with their internet connections. Some famous quotes were:
- “I think I see the problem – there’s a loose nut behind the keyboard.”
- “Yeah one of our employees was drinking and he spilt his beer in the mail server.”
- “I just looked in the mail server and there’s rats crawling around in there chewing on wires!”
- “You’re having mail problems? Well try dating females then!”
- You can’t send email to AOL? That’s because we’re pissed at AOL and blocked all mail to them. Sure it’s an inconvenience to you but I don’t care!”
Apparently there were a lot of mail server problems that night so we got a lot of mail related problems. We were very glad that our meeting could help take the strain off the people who usually answer the phones at that ISP. 2600 is here to help! While all this was going on, Spuds was talking to a reporter from the Riverfront Times who was doing a story on hackers. The reporter was oblivious to what was going on right behind him. Even better was when a phone company guy called my phone (oh the irony, a phone company investigator calling a 2600 meeting) asking why I was taking ISP calls. Oh yeah, Black Sun got breadstick refills. He’s cool!
July 2000: I’m stealing this old review of mine from Defcon 8 from UPL021. And there’s nothing linear can do about it!
So I went to this thing called DefCon and now I’m going to write about it. We were stupid enough to book our flights with PriceLine.com which got us better rates but really crappy flight times and days. My flight left Illinois at 10:30pm on Thursday night and arrived at 1:00am Friday morning.
LogicBox was supposed to meet me at the airport but he was 20 minutes late so I ended up leaving with these two old people who were there. Well, actually they were my parents. See, I had never met them before and this DefCon was my first time ever meeting them (long story). So I’m proud to say that I’m probably the only person who’s ever met their parents for the first time at a hacker conference.
I arrived at the Alexis Park Hotel on Friday morning and was lucky enough to get there before the registration line started wrapping itself around the hotel. I paid my money, got my badge and walked around in the lobby. I walked 2 full circles around the sitting area. Then I ventured outside and walked up to the pool. It got hot so I walked back inside for awhile and got a Coke for the low low price of $2.00, tax included. Then I walked around the eating area in circles and back into the lobby. I walked over to
the pay phones and slapped some PLA stickers on the phones. Then I walked around the lobby some more for a few minutes. Much later I walked out the front doors and discovered that I could hang a right, walk along the side of the building and get into the lobby through the side doors or from the pool area. So I did this a few times and then did it again in reverse. Then I walked around the pool area, through the courtyard and to another pool, around that pool and turned around, then repeated the process. From there I walked a few more circles in the hotel lobby. This is where I started to get kind of bored. I walked up to a guy standing by a wall.
“Hi, are you here for Defcon?,” I asked.
I walked back down the hall towards registration so I could walk around the registration lines and see if I knew anybody and a DefCon Goon was like, “You can’t go in there!” and I said “It’s okay, I’m RBCP!!” and he threatened to take away my badge and throw me out. So I had no choice but to go down the street to Subway and have something to eat. I got a footlong sandwich
on white bread, turkey, lettuce and mayo and a large Pepsi. It was really good. On the way back some nerdy kid beat me up for looking stupid. That really sucked but only lasted for a few minutes because I pretended to be unconscience.
I went back to the hotel and made a bunch of phone calls to people who were supposed to be there but none of them answered their phones. After sitting around in the lobby for awhile, The Public and Nekid Amy approached. We walked around for awhile, went up to his room and I got to meet Zens who I hadn’t heard from for awhile. Just an hour or so later I got a call from LogicBox who told me to come into the con room and find their table. Funny, because I’d already passed by his table a few times and had a look at the shirts they were selling but I guess we didn’t notice each other. I went up to the table and stared him down until he said, “Oh, hi!”
Pesto was there and broke into tears and started telling me how much he loved me and how cool I was and stuff. Then he jumped up onto a table and started dancing for me and that’s when I left the con room forever. Okay well, that didn’t really happen. Awhile later I met up with el_jefe and Apok0lyps and I walked around with el_jefe for awhile and finally told him that he was really boring and I was going to go find someone else to hang out with.
That night we geared up for a huge party in barkode’s room! We got all kinds of booze and black lights and a big-ass sound system. Then el_jefe came in and started dancing this scary jig in front of me and soon after that some dude’s girlfriend puked all over the floor. Just as things were getting crazy I noticed that it was after 10:00pm which is way past my usual bedtime so LogicBox said I could stay on his floor at the Excalibur so I went there and went to sleep, however I DID stay up to nearly 11:00pm watching dumb 80’s movies. Man I’m nuts sometimes.
Throughout the weekend, me and Logicbox caused as much trouble as we could on the FRS frequencies. The FCC thought these channels would be used by a few family members at a time to keep in touch at the malls or while camping or whatever. I bet they never thought that a few thousand hackers would all be using the same channel at once. This made for some interesting conversations with people we didn’t know. We kept yelling at everyone to get the hell off OUR channel. They would yell back that it was THEIR channel. We would tell them that we bought the channel from the FCC just last week and we had the receipt to prove it. They would start yelling obscenities and playing tones at us. It was like being on a conf. only on a much larger scale.
We also yelled at girls when they came on the channel, told them that girls didn’t know how to use radios, girls belong in the kitchen and not at hacker cons, girls shouldn’t be wasting time on the radio when they could be pleasing a man. Needless to say, the girls didn’t think this was very funny.
Hmm, so that’s about it for my DefCon experience. I finally got to meet linear but it took so long to find him that by the time we met it was almost time for him to leave. Damn you, linear!
|My Defcon 8 paass|
|Soon after arriving at Defcon I got a call from Cal on my cell phone who told me to meet him out front in a few minutes. I wasn’t surprised to find out that he rides the short bus.|
|This is one of those stupid I’m Taking A Picture Of You While You’re Taking A Picture Of Me pictures. That’s SlapAyoda. I didn’t take this, someone must have swiped my camera. Damn hackers!|
|SlapAyoda walking around on the walls in Barkode’s room.|
|This is the phone in Barkode’s room. It’s got an elite PLA sticker on it. See? That’s why I took the picture okay? Even though it’s all blurry and you can’t even see the stupid thing.|
|LogicBox and Pozer bridging a couple of walkie talkie channels together hoping to annoy everyone listening.|
|My birthmom & I, up in the mountains somewhere|
|In a swimming pool, somewhere in Vegas|
|Barkode gets a little crazy and tells us that money is insignificant or something and throws a few thousand dollars up into the air saying he trusts us all not to steal it. I pocket a few hundred and quickly go home.|
|After the money incident, this picture shows SlapAyoda comforting Barkode as if trying to talk him down from a high ledge while Pesto is scooping up money like a madman and shoving it down the front of his pants.|
|This is a picture of me, Logicbox and Carolyn Meinel. You can listen to Carolyn Meinel’s hilarious ranting about hackers on my sound clips page. I stole this picture from Barkode’s site and there’s nothing he can do about it.|
Friday, June 2nd, 2000: 2600 Meeting. Fade’s last meeting here! Yep, fade is taking a new job far far away and won’t ever be back to see us. He’ll be missed! I actually spotted fade on I-170 while driving to the meeting so I tail-gated him all the way to his parking space at the mall. I brought 2 large bags of magazines and a backpack full of cookies which were Colleen Card’s going away present for fade. The cookies turned out to be a 7.5 on Spud‘s Chocolate Chip Cookie Scale which I’m told is a hard rating to come by. Nobody liked my magazines and they all got thrown away after I left. Bastards!
Hmmmm, what else… Oh yeah, Black Sun was too chicken to get Fazoli breadstick refills today because he’s intimidated by the manager there so I called the manager and tried to get him to leave his position there but he was just too smart for us. Either that or he didn’t want to leave his trainee in charge of things while he was gone. Someday we’ll get corporate sponsorship from Fazoli’s and that guy will be sorry. Or something.
Friday, March 3rd, 2000: 2600 Meeting. I was out of town for March’s meeting but I just happened to be in Chicago for my sister-in-law’s graduation so I picked up my long-time friend iamone and we attended the downtown Chicago 2600 meeting. Actually I attended about 15 minutes of it. Because it took such a long time to get there and I had to be somewhere else by 8pm and wasn’t able to stay too long so it was all rather pointless. But to my surprise, PhusionBYTE showed up there. And when I asked if this was the 2600 meeting he started insulting me so we ran outside in tears. Next month we’re going to show up there and bring a gang of tough guys with us – hey I know we’ll bring the BOWLING TEAM! Yeah, and we’ll make their whole meeting feel really dumb and they’ll be sorry. This will be great.
Friday, February 4, 2000: 2600 Meeting. I skipped the meeting okay? I didn’t have anything better to do but I just didn’t go. I layed around the house and watched dumb sitcoms all night. You got a problem with that?
Friday, December 3rd, 1999: 2600 Meeting. It started out like any other ordinary meeting, then THEY arrived. A group of about 10 to 15 guys came over and one very hyperactive one (too much kool-aid) went on and on about freeing Kevin, hacking the planet and talked about all kinds of interesting hacker themes. It was hilarious at first but quickly got boring when he ran out of good material and they finally got loud enough to bring security over who suggested that they leave. Their best bit was when they screamed at everyone in the food court to hide their digital watches because we were hackers.
A little while later the same security guard decided to take his lunch break at the table next to ours and got a little peeved that we had two police scanners going that were listening to the mall’s security frequencies. Well, I’ll let Pyrotech tell the rest of the story…
“as we were sitting at the meeting talking about whatever and listening to scanner after the ‘2599’ had abanadoned us after the first security incident, a mall cop came and sat at the table behind me. he said scanners werent allowed in the mall and we had to turn it off and put it away. so we did as he said and all was well. a while later he asked what we were talking about. most likely he heard the word radio and thought we were going to get them back out once he had left. he said that he was off duty after his shift and told us about how he was actually a university city cop working as a fill in for the galleria. he asked if i would like to know why we cant use scanners in the mall. i said sure and he radioed to his friends.
after about 5 mins 4 officers came over and asked who had the scanners and the problem. there were 2 city cops in blue and 2 rent a cop mall fools.he said follow me, so me and blacksun did as he said thinking that he was going to tell us to get rid of them or something measely. instead him and the other cops took us behind the closed doors to a sort of emergency hall. the main cop then used intimidation. (heres where it gets good), first he demanded to see my identification even though i said i didnt have a scanner. he wrote some shit down from my license and asked where im from, how old i am, how i got here, and who i was with. i replied im from highland il, im 16, i drove a car, and i was with friends. he then proceeded to try and act as if he knew me. he told us that he was a north county cop and wouldnt take any shit from smartasses from HIGHLAND ILLINOIS. he then acted as if he knew us from when we used to live in north county st louis 17 yrs ago. he said oh i see that you have moved now, and i replied yes i have, he wanted to know if i was from overland. im pretty sure overland is nowhere near to where we lived which was bellefontaine on jamestown rd.
while he was questioning me he had my id and was writing down some infos as a sort of way to try and intimidate me. he said that we dont fuck around with little smartasses here and dont take crap from anyone. he said that the galleria is private property and so is the radio freqs which they are using. he also said that we dont need to be scanning the freqs because we dont need to know whats going on with “topsecret” police orders. he then proceeded to repeat himself using diffferent words. after that load , he said that he thought it was time for us to “move on to a different mall somewhere down the road”. he returned blacksun’s scanner and my id and then told us where the exit to the mall was (what a nice guy).
this is what happened. he was yelling most of the time and frequently swore at me as a sort of intimidation factor. he was probably thinking something like, hey too little kids from illinois who dont know anything and are smartasses. the excess numbers of police were for pure fright purposes alone. he knew that he could fuck us and we couldnt do anything..he did what was in his power(taking id and kicking us) so we left as illustrated.”