Wednesday, 18 April 2012


Once upon the internets, being hacked meant getting personal accounts, bank details etc and was often the result of visiting a dubious website named something like and picking up some unsavoury keylogger. These days hacking usually has less to do with playing Global Thermonuclear War with Joshua and more to do with knowing the password of your significant other.

It's almost but not quite internet bullying of your family and friends and usually amusing.

I've even been the victim of it myself, a few times; admittedly usually in retaliation for my own frapes:

Thinking up new and creative ways to get back at your own kids has always been a worthy occupation of anyones time.

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