WordPress informs me that somebody tried, twice in the last two hours, to hack into my Account.
I always feel somewhat flattered when stuff like this happens. I imagine some kind of steampunk guy sitting in a dark room with green strings of code scrolling on screens…
Yes, I know, I read too much science fiction when I was a kid.
Now, friends more grounded in reality tell me it is not so – people that do this sort of things are boring types looking for a sneaky way to leverage squalid scams, using other people accounts as a smokescreen.
The same friends suggest I change my passwords.
And while I will do just that, I still prefer my mental image of the hackers. It brings a little romance into something as everyday as blogging.
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