Clusterflock is what introduced me to the most interesting parts of the web. I love this site and all the people involved, but I think it’s time to officially shut it down. In the forthcoming weeks I’ll be converting this to a static site for archival and security purposes. What this means is the url structure and all the content will remain, but comments will be closed permanently and there will be no CMS to create new posts.
Thanks, everybody, we’ll see you around the web.
So I contacted CWSektor, the fellow who has been hacking the site and asked him why he was doing it and would he please stop. His response, roughly translated from Turkish by my friends in Istanbul:
Because you asked nicely I am discontinuing attacks on your system but you have to not say insulting words against me or I will continue. Only because you emailed me like a decent guy I am making this offer: if you write my name on your site I will close the gap in your site.
The general back and forth, despite the language barrier, was actually quite genial. Hopefully, we’ll be able to take him at his word.
But would you please stop?
Rick was nice enough to deliver a couple of bottles of Laphroaig to me for battling back the hackers. Thanks to all who contributed.
They got the site again. I think I’ve locked everything down this time, but I am no security expert.
What a waste of a Friday evening.
I think I might now actually like Dinklage more than his character, Tyrion Lannister. The man has standards and those standards made his life difficult. How can you not respect that?
Dinklage stayed in New York and soon was landing stage work and the occasional low-budget film. But he couldn’t book commercial jobs, because he wasn’t interested in the kinds of roles that paid well for dwarves. Specifically, he wouldn’t play elves or leprechauns. Even after Dinklage’s memorable first film role in the 1995 Steve Buscemi indie comedy “Living in Oblivion” — Dinklage played an actor who’s annoyed to be cast in a dream sequence, demanding, “Have you ever had a dream with a dwarf in it?” — he still couldn’t get an agent. “Word got out,” he says. “I started to build up a resentment. And that fueled my desire to live in a cold apartment and be like: ‘I don’t need you! I’m gonna write poetry. Why would I want to be a member of your club if you don’t want me?’ ”
Last night I saw the new Muppet movie. It was terrible. Name other films that are critically acclaimed but are secretly crap.
Titanic doesn’t count because it’s no secret.