Psst! Avast there! It be too late to alter course, mateys. And there be plundering pirates lurkin’ in ev’ry cove, waitin’ to board. Sit closer together and keep your ruddy hands in board. That be the best way to repel boarders. And mark well me words, mateys: Dead men tell no tales! Evidently some trackback-spamming […]
Psst! Avast there! It be too late to alter course, mateys. And there be plundering pirates lurkin’ in ev’ry cove, waitin’ to board. Sit closer together and keep your ruddy hands in board. That be the best way to repel boarders. And mark well me words, mateys: Dead men tell no tales!
Evidently some trackback-spamming bastards attacked us (and by us I mean my tribe, those hosted here at the m’sphere). My good buddy, Brandon, the host-with-the-most, did battle against the forces of darkness through the night and finally disabled trackbacks for our site (who needs fuckin’ trackbacks anyway, sez I).
The result of all this is that last night and this morning, all of the sites I host were inaccessible for some time. We’re back on line now, thanks to Brandon’s efforts.
And there was much rejoicing.
Best damn free hosting on the lot.
So…who’s asses do we go kick for this?
Even if they already got their asses kicked…they didn’t get kicked hard enough. Mess with one of us, mess with ALL of us!
Yeah, I disabled trackbacks on my blog some time ago. It was getting ridiculous.
Trackbacks. Yeah, I know those things. Weren’t those those nifty troop carriers the Nazis used?
Oh, Christ, I am my Mom’s son.
Johnny drove the halftrack
cause we could not find the jeep
with me in the morning gotta get some sleep
driving all night out of fear
got in the ribs every time I changed gear
RAY!
Shhhhh….don’t tell anyone about the free, mang. We’re about to start getting really jiggy and trying to sell this. 🙂
😉
The problem was easy to “fix”, the hard part was getting in to do it. Whatever/whoever was hitting things just as soon as it came up from reboot, well ahead of my ssh-ness.
Haven’t done a full audit of the log yet, but if I can narrow things down, someone’s getting stuck to the wall. Count on it.
I’ll get my hammer, brandon, and you show me whose head to fuckin’ pound.