Normalize corpus to pure ASCII (transliterate non-ASCII, drop emoji/control bytes) (part 3)

Transliterates box-drawing/arrows/accents/Cyrillic/smart-punct to ASCII, removes emoji + variation selectors + raw control bytes. 91 source files cleaned, all.txt regenerated. Verified: 0 non-ASCII bytes remain across all 1031 content files. Keeps tokenizer vocab clean.

phrack/issue45/26.txt

@@ -330,4 +330,4 @@ you are on function 37. Toggle with the [SND] key, unless otherwise noted.
 48   ANALOG SW2   OFF        Low end of transmit audio
 -----
 49   PWR LVL3     DAC0777     power level, reading from digital-analog converter
-50   PL3@0000     14          power level @ channel, received signal strength
+50   PL3@0000     14          power level @ channel, received signal strength

phrack/issue45/3.txt

@@ -838,4 +838,4 @@ not considered that potential.
 
 We are all in a serious Catch-22, brought about by a handful of
 sociopaths.  When an unwanted future arises as a direct, or indirect,
-result of their actions, REMEMBER.
+result of their actions, REMEMBER.

phrack/issue45/4.txt

@@ -1081,4 +1081,4 @@ Safe postings!
 Johan Helsingius     Kuusikallionkuja 3 B 25   02210  Espoo  Finland     Yourp
 net: julf@penet.fi   bellophone: int. +358 0400 2605  fax: int. +358 013900166
 
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------

phrack/issue45/5.txt

@@ -1503,4 +1503,4 @@ the frequency of radio waves given off by electrical devices after a
 certain distance travelled. But then again maybe not.
 
         This may work in other places apart from the UK as well, give it a
-try !
+try !

phrack/issue46/15.txt

@@ -1027,4 +1027,4 @@ sand into the wheels of progress.
 
 4.21 FIELD SEPARATOR
 
-The authorization record format specifies the use of the "FS" character.
+The authorization record format specifies the use of the "FS" character.

phrack/issue46/16.txt

@@ -941,4 +941,4 @@ please thank me appropriately...
 other services exist... mastercard runs one...
 never underestimate the power of asking nicely...
 numerous other formats are available... see section one, 3.0 for hints...
-never whistle while you're pissing...
+never whistle while you're pissing...

phrack/issue46/18.txt

@@ -457,4 +457,4 @@ Quick Reference Tips
  I'd like to thank S. Cleft for giving me some tips and also discovering
  some of the things I've mentioned in this file.
 
- ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
+ ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

phrack/issue46/19.txt

@@ -14,13 +14,13 @@
               		   (C) 1994
          
 
-Las  Vegas connotes radically different images to radically  dif
+Las  Vegas connotes radically different images to radically  dif
 ferent  folks.   The Rat Pack of Sinatra, Dean Martin  and  Sammy 
 Davis  Jr.  elicits up the glistening self-indulgent  imagery  of  
 Vegas'   neon  organized  crime in the  '50's   (Ocean's  Eleven 
 displayed only minor hacking skills.)
 
-Then  there's the daily bus loads of elderly nickel  slot  gam
+Then  there's the daily bus loads of elderly nickel  slot  gam
 blers from Los Angeles and Palm Springs who have nothing  better 
 to  do  for twenty out of twenty four hours each  day.   (Their 
 dead  husbands were golf hacks.)   Midwesterners  now  throng to 
@@ -29,7 +29,7 @@ the Mississippi River for cheap gambling.
 Recreational vehicles of semi-trailor length from East  Bullock, 
 Montana  and  Euclid, Oklahoma and Benign, Ohio clog  routes  80 
 and 40 and 10 to descend with a vengeance upon an asphalt  home 
-away  from home in the parking lot of Circus Circus.  By  cul
+away  from home in the parking lot of Circus Circus.  By  cul
 tural demand, every Rv'er worth his salt must, at least once in 
 his life,  indulge in the depravity of Glitter Gulch.  
 
@@ -44,8 +44,8 @@ is the world's largest computer convention where 150,000  techno-
 dweebs  and  silk  suited glib  techno-marketers  display  their 
 wares  to a public who is still paying off  the 20% per  annum 
 debt  on last year's greatest new electronic gismo which  is 
-now rendered thoroughly obsolete.  And the Vegas Consumer  Elec
-tronic  Show does for consumer electronics what the First  Amend
+now rendered thoroughly obsolete.  And the Vegas Consumer  Elec
+tronic  Show does for consumer electronics what the First  Amend
 ment does for pornography.  (Hackers, are we getting close?)
 
 In between, hundreds upon hundreds of small conferences and 
@@ -75,7 +75,7 @@ have a party that Hunter Thompson would be proud to attend.
 
 All  the while, as this anarchistic renegade regiment marches  to 
 the tune of a 24 hour city, they are under complete  surveillance 
-of  the authorities.  Authorities like the FBI, the Secret  Serv
+of  the authorities.  Authorities like the FBI, the Secret  Serv
 ice,  telephone security . . . maybe even Interpol.  And how  did 
 the  "man"  arrive in tow behind the techno-slovens  that  belong 
 behind bars?
@@ -102,7 +102,7 @@ let a few into my home to play with my kids.  It's just that,  so
 many  of the antics that hackers have precipitated at  other Cons 
 have  earned them a reputation of disdain by all, save those  who 
 remember  their own non-technical adolescent shenanigans.  And  I 
-guess I'm no different.  I've heard the tales of depraved  indif
+guess I'm no different.  I've heard the tales of depraved  indif
 ference,  hotel  hold-ups, government raids on folks  with  names 
 similar to those who are wanted for pushing the wrong key on  the 
 keyboard and getting caught for it.  I wanted to see teens and X-
@@ -129,7 +129,7 @@ without  my  Eustahian tubes rocketing through my ear  drums  and
 causing  irreparable damage, I had it made.
 
 The  flight was made tolerable becuase I scuba dive.   Every  few 
-minutes I drowned out the drone of the engines by honking  uncon
+minutes I drowned out the drone of the engines by honking  uncon
 trollably  like  Felix  Ungerto without his  aspirator.   To  the 
 chagrin of my outspoken counter surveillance expert and traveling 
 mate,  Mike  Peros and the rest of the first  class  cabin,   the 
@@ -137,7 +137,7 @@ captain reluctantly allowed be to remain on the flight and not be
 expelled sans parachute somewhere over Southfork, Texas.   Snort, 
 snort.  Due to extensive flirting with the two ladies across  the 
 aisle, we made the two thousand mile trek in something less  than 
-34  minutes . . . or so it seemed.  Time flies took on new  mean
+34  minutes . . . or so it seemed.  Time flies took on new  mean
 ing. 
 
 For  those who don't know, the Sahara Hotel is the dregs  of  the 
@@ -155,7 +155,7 @@ computer show.  But, hey, for a hacker show, it was top flight.
 
 "What hackers?" The desk clerk said when I asked about the show.
 
-I explained.  Computer hackers: the best from all over the  coun
+I explained.  Computer hackers: the best from all over the  coun
 try.  "I hear even Cyber Christ himself might appear."
 
 Her  quizzical  look emphasized her pause.  Better  to  ignore  a 
@@ -166,11 +166,11 @@ much  desert sun takes its toll.  Proof positive photons are  bad
 for neurons.  
 
 Since it was still only 9PM Mike and I sucked down a couple of $1 
-Heinekens in the casino and fought it out with Lineman's  Switch
+Heinekens in the casino and fought it out with Lineman's  Switch
 ing  Union representatives who were also having their  convention 
 at the Sahara.  Good taste in hotels goes a long way.  
 
-"$70,000  a  year to turn a light from red to  green?"   we  com
+"$70,000  a  year to turn a light from red to  green?"   we  com
 plained.
 
 "It's a tension filled job . . .and the overtime is murder."
@@ -215,7 +215,7 @@ sound  of  Lake Meade in room 1487 only exascerbatd the  pressing
 need to relieve myself.  I dried my feet on the extra bed linens, 
 worried  about electrocution and fell back asleep. It could  have 
 been  3  minutes or three hours later - I have no way to  know  -  
-but  my hypnogoic state was rudely interrupted by  hotel  mainte
+but  my hypnogoic state was rudely interrupted by  hotel  mainte
 nance pounding at the door with three fully operational  muffler-
 less jack hammers.
 
@@ -279,7 +279,7 @@ I tried the name: DefCon II.
 "Are  we going to war?"  one ex-military Uzi-wielding guard  said 
 recognizing the etymology of the term. 
 
-"Yesh, it's true"  I used my most convincing tone. "The  Khasaks
+"Yesh, it's true"  I used my most convincing tone. "The  Khasaks
 tanis  are coming with nuclear tipped lances riding hundred  foot 
 tall  horses.   Paris has already fallen.  Berlin  is  in  ruins.  
 Aren't you on the list to defend this great land?"
@@ -290,7 +290,7 @@ beyong surgical repair..
 
 I  slithered down umpteen hallways and casino aisles lost in  the 
 jungle of jingling  change.   Where the  hell  are  the  hackers?   
-"They must be there," another neuron-impoverished Saharan employ
+"They must be there," another neuron-impoverished Saharan employ
 ee said as he pointed towards a set of escalators at the very far 
 end of the casino.  
 
@@ -309,8 +309,8 @@ Back  downstairs,  through the casino, to the  front  desk,  back
 through  the casino, up the same escalator again. Room One I  was 
 told.   Room  One  was empty.  Figures.  But, at the  end  of   a 
 hallway,  past the men's room and the phones, and  around  behind 
-Room One I saw what I was looking for: a couple of dozen T-shirt
-ed,  Seattle grunged out kids (read: under 30) sitting at  uncov
+Room One I saw what I was looking for: a couple of dozen T-shirt
+ed,  Seattle grunged out kids (read: under 30) sitting at  uncov
 ered  six foot folding tables hawking their DefCon  II  clothing, 
 sucking  on Heinekens and amusing themselves with  widely  strewn 
 backpacks and computers and cell phones.
@@ -321,13 +321,13 @@ I had arrived!
 
 You  know,  regular old suit and tie conferences  could  learn  a 
 thing or two from Jeff Moss, the man behind DefCon II.  No  fancy 
-badge making equipment; no $75 per hour union labor built  regis
+badge making equipment; no $75 per hour union labor built  regis
 tration  desks; no big signs proclaiming the wealth of  knowledge 
 to  be gained by signing up early.  Just a couple of kids with  a 
 sheet of paper and a laptop.  
 
 It turned out I was expected.  They handed me my badge and what a 
-badge it was.  I'm color blind, but this badge put any psychedel
+badge it was.  I'm color blind, but this badge put any psychedel
 ically induced spectral display to shame.  In fact it was a close  
 match  to the Sahara's mid 60's tasteless casino carpeting  which 
 is so chosen as to hide the most disgusting regurgative blessing.  
@@ -350,7 +350,7 @@ A  couple of lucky hackers wore the ultimate badge of honor.   An
 "I  Spotted A Fed" T-shirt.  This elite group sat or lay  on  the 
 ground watching and scouring the registration area for signs that 
 someone,  anyone, was a Fed.  They really didn't care or  not  if 
-you  were a Fed - they wanted the free T-shirt and the  peer  re
+you  were a Fed - they wanted the free T-shirt and the  peer  re
 spect that it brought.
 
 I'm over 30 (OK, over 35) and more than a few times (OK, a little 
@@ -373,7 +373,7 @@ they  didn't look the part of radical chic.  Jeff, I really  like
 Jeff: he doesn't look like what he represents.  Bruce  Edelstein, 
 (now of HP fame) used to work for me.  He was hipper than hip but 
 looked squarer than square.  Now today that doesn't mean as  much 
-as  it used to, but we ex-30-somethings have a hard time  forget
+as  it used to, but we ex-30-somethings have a hard time  forget
 ting  what rebellion was about. (I was suspended 17 times in  the 
 first semester of 10th grade for wearing jeans.)
 
@@ -387,7 +387,7 @@ him and certainly respect his ability to pull off a full  fledged
 conference for only $5000.  
 
 You  read  right. Five grand and off to Vegas with  300  of  your 
-closest personal friends, Feds in tow, for a weekend of electron
+closest personal friends, Feds in tow, for a weekend of electron
 ic  debauchery.   "A few hundred for the brochure, a few  hundred 
 hear, a ton in phone bills, yeah, about $5000 if no one does  any 
 damage."   Big time security shows cost $200,000 and up.   I  can 
@@ -434,7 +434,7 @@ must be stopped.
 their feelings on my behalf.  I can take it.  "These fuckers  are 
 beyond belief; they're mean and don't give a shit how much damage 
 they  do."  We played with our food only to indulge in the single 
-most  palatable edible on display: ice cream with gobs of  choco
+most  palatable edible on display: ice cream with gobs of  choco
 late syrup with a side of coffee. . 
 
 The big question was, what to do?  The authorities are  certainly 
@@ -444,7 +444,7 @@ others from the reknowned Masters of Destruction went to spend  a
 vacation  at the expense of the Feds.  The MoD was up to no  good 
 and  despite  Abene's cries that there was no such thing  as  the 
 MoD, he lost and was put away.  However many hackers believe as I 
-do, that sending Phiber to jail for hacking was the wrong punish
+do, that sending Phiber to jail for hacking was the wrong punish
 ment.  Jail time won't solve anything nor cure a hacker from  his 
 first  love.   One might as well try to cure a  hungry  man  from 
 eating:   No, Mark did wrong, but sending him to jail was  wrong, 
@@ -468,7 +468,7 @@ knew them better than that. I know a lot of hackers, none that  I
 know  of  is  violent,  and this  extreme  Pensacola  retribution 
 attitude seemed tottally out of character.  "You really  wouldn't 
 do that, would you?"  My dinner companions were so upset and they 
-claimed to echo the sentiment of all good-hackers in good  stand
+claimed to echo the sentiment of all good-hackers in good  stand
 ing, that yes, this was a viable consideration.
 
 "The Feds aren't doing it, so what choice do we have?  I've heard 
@@ -490,7 +490,7 @@ hand.
 
 So now I find myself in the dilemma of publishing the open secret 
 of who's behind the Internet sniffing and Pentagon break ins, but 
-after  talking  to people from both the underground and  law  en
+after  talking  to people from both the underground and  law  en
 forcement,  I think I'll hold off awhile  It serves no  immediate 
 purpose other than to warn off the offenders, and none of us want 
 that.
@@ -514,7 +514,7 @@ Of  the  360 registrees ("Plus whoever snuck in," added  Jeff)  I
 guess about 20% were so-called legitimate security people. That's 
 not to belittle the mid-20's folks who came not because they were 
 hackers, but because they like computers.  Period.  They hack for 
-themselves and not on other systems, but DefCon II offered  some
+themselves and not on other systems, but DefCon II offered  some
 thing for everyone.  
 
 I  remember 25 years ago how my parents hated the way  I  dressed 
@@ -528,7 +528,7 @@ Other   than  the  visual  cacophony  of  dress,   every   single
 hacker/phreak that I met exceeded my expectations in the area  of 
 deportment.
 
-These  are not wild kids on a rampage.  The stories  of  drug-in
+These  are not wild kids on a rampage.  The stories  of  drug-in
 duced  frenzies  and peeing in the hallways  and  tossing  entire 
 rooms  of  furniture  out of the window that  emanated  from  the 
 HoHoCons  seemed  a million miles away.  This was  admittedly  an 
@@ -542,10 +542,10 @@ which host security or other conventions.  At a Hyatt or a Hilton
 or  any other fancy-ass over priced hotel, beers run $4 or  $5  a 
 crack  plus  you're expected to tip the black tied  minimum  wage 
 worker  for  popping the top.  The Sahara (for all of  the  other 
-indignities we had to suffer) somewhat redeemed  itself by offer
+indignities we had to suffer) somewhat redeemed  itself by offer
 ing an infinite supply of $1 Heinekens. Despite hundreds of  beer 
 bottle  spread  around the huge conference area  (the  hotel  was 
-definitely  stingy in the garbage pail business) public  drunken
+definitely  stingy in the garbage pail business) public  drunken
 ness  was  totally absent.  Party yes.  Out of control?  No  way.  
 Kudos!
 
@@ -555,7 +555,7 @@ shit.
 
 I hope that's not sexist; merely an observation.  I run across so 
 few  technically fluent ladies it's just a gut reaction.  I  wish 
-there  were more.  In a former life, I owned a TV/Record  produc
+there  were more.  In a former life, I owned a TV/Record  produc
 tion  company called Nashville North. We specialized  in  country 
 rock taking advantage of the Urban Cowboy fad in the late 1970's. 
 Our crew of producers and engineers consisted of the   "Nashville  
@@ -570,7 +570,7 @@ in the first place.
 
 When we would be scheduled to record an act for live radio,  some 
 huge famous country act like Asleep at The Wheel of Merle Haggard 
-or Johnny Paycheck or Vassar Clements, she would wince in  disbe
+or Johnny Paycheck or Vassar Clements, she would wince in  disbe
 lief when we cried, "who's that?"  Needless to say, she knew  the 
 songs, the cues and the words.  They all sounded alike.   Country 
 Music?  Ecch.  (So I learned.)
@@ -580,13 +580,13 @@ down and let's get technical.
 
 As  the  throngs pressed to register, I saw an old  friend,  Erik 
 Bloodaxe.   I've  known him for several years now and  he's  even 
-come  over to baby sit the kids when he's in town.   (Good  prac
+come  over to baby sit the kids when he's in town.   (Good  prac
 tice.)    Erik  is about as famous as they come in the  world  of 
 hackers.   Above ground the authorities investigated him for  his 
 alleged  participation in cyber crimes: after all, he was one  of 
 the  founders of the Legion of Doom, and so, by default, he  must 
 have done something wrong.  Never prosecuted, Erik Bloodaxe lives 
-in  infamy amongst his peers.  To belay any naysayers,  Erik  ap
+in  infamy amongst his peers.  To belay any naysayers,  Erik  ap
 peared on every single T-shirt there.
 
 			"I Only Hack For Money,"
@@ -599,7 +599,7 @@ So  I  yelled  out, "Hey Chris!"  He gave  his  net-name  to  the
 desk/table registrar. "Erik Bloodaxe."
 
 "Erik  Bloodaxe?"  piped up an excited high pitched  male  voice.  
-"Where?"  People pointed at Chris who was about to be  embarrass
+"Where?"  People pointed at Chris who was about to be  embarrass
 ingly amused by sweet little tubby Novocain who practically bowed 
 at Chris's feet in reverence.  "You're Erik Bloodaxe?"   Novocain 
 said  with nervous awe - eyes gleaming up at Chris's  ruddy  skin 
@@ -607,7 +607,7 @@ and blond pony-tail.
 
 "Yeah,"  Chris  said in the most off handed  way  possible.   For 
 people who don't know him this might be interpreted as  arrogance 
-(and yes there is that) but he also has trouble publicly  accept
+(and yes there is that) but he also has trouble publicly  accept
 ing  the  fame  and respect that  his  endearing  next-generation 
 teenage fans pour on him.
 
@@ -625,12 +625,12 @@ Christ himself.
 
 
 Like any other security show or conference or convention there is 
-a kickoff, generally with a speech.  And DefCon II was no  excep
+a kickoff, generally with a speech.  And DefCon II was no  excep
 tion.  Except.
 
 Most conventional conventions (ConCons) start at 7:30 or 8:00  AM 
 because, well,  I don't know exactly why, except that's when  so-
-called  suits are expected to show up in their cubicles.     Def
+called  suits are expected to show up in their cubicles.     Def
 Con, on the other hand, was scheduled to start at 10PM on  Friday 
 night  when  most  hakcers show up for work.  Most  everyone  had 
 arrived  and we were anxiously awaiting the  opening  ceremonies.  
@@ -640,7 +640,7 @@ and controversy.  But, he wasn't there!
 
 He had jet lag.
 
-"From Phoenix?" I exclaimed in mock horror to which nearby  hack
+"From Phoenix?" I exclaimed in mock horror to which nearby  hack
 ers saw the absurdity of a 45 minute flight jet lag.  Mark has  a 
 small  frame and looks, well, downright weak, so I figured  maybe 
 flying  and  his constitution just didn't get along  and  he  was 
@@ -677,12 +677,12 @@ comedian in sight.
 
 
 
-Phil  Zimmerman wrote PGP and is a God, if not Cyber-Christ  him
+Phil  Zimmerman wrote PGP and is a God, if not Cyber-Christ  him
 self to much of the global electronic world.  Preferring to  call 
 himself a folk hero (even the Wall Street Journal used that term) 
 Phil's diminutive height combined with a few too many pounds  and 
 a  sweet  as sweet can be smile earn him the title  of  Pillsbury 
-Dough  Boy look alike.  Phil is simply too nice a guy to  be  em
+Dough  Boy look alike.  Phil is simply too nice a guy to  be  em
 broiled  in a Federal investigation to determine if he broke  the 
 law  by  having PGP put on a net site.  You see, the  Feds  still 
 think  they can control Cyberspace, and thereby maintain  antique 
@@ -692,7 +692,7 @@ mouth  piece.  So now Phil faces 41-51 months of  mandatory  jail
 time if prosecuted and convicted of these absurd laws.  
 
 Flying  in from Colorado, his appearance was  anxiously  awaited. 
-"He's really coming?"  " I wonder what he's like?"  (Like  every
+"He's really coming?"  " I wonder what he's like?"  (Like  every
 one  else, fool, just different.)  When he did arrive, his  shit-
 eating  grin  which really isn't a shit-eating  grin,  it's  just 
 Phil's own patented grin, preceeded him down the hallway.  
@@ -702,7 +702,7 @@ Phil the PGP dude is here."
 
 He  was  instantly surrounded by those who recognize him  and  by 
 those  who  don't but  want  to  feel like part of the  in-crowd.  
-Chat chat, shit-eating grin, good war stories and G-rated  pleas
+Chat chat, shit-eating grin, good war stories and G-rated  pleas
 antries.  Phil was doing what he does best: building up the  folk 
 hero image of himself.  His engaging personality (even though  he 
 can't  snorkel to save his ass) mesmerized the young-uns  of  the 
@@ -744,9 +744,9 @@ shaken they have nothing to say.  Silence.
 The  poor kid who had somehow instructed his brain to  utter  the 
 words  and permitted them to rise through his esophagus  and  out 
 over  his  lips stood the object of awe, incredulity  and  mental 
-question marks.  He must have thought to himself, "what's  every
+question marks.  He must have thought to himself, "what's  every
 one  staring  at?  What's going on?  Let me in on it."   For  the 
-longest  10 seconds in the history of civilization he  had  abso
+longest  10 seconds in the history of civilization he  had  abso
 lutely no clue that he was the target of attention.  A handful of 
 people even took two or three steps back, just in case.  Just  in 
 case of what was never openly discussed, but nonetheless, just in 
@@ -761,13 +761,13 @@ steer his own pram.
 "That' not what I mean!"
 
 I nearly peed laughing so hard in unison with a score of  hackers 
-who agreed that these misspoken words put this guy in the unenvi
+who agreed that these misspoken words put this guy in the unenvi
 able  position  of being the recipient of a  weekend  of  eternal 
 politically incorrect ridicule.  
 
 "Yeah, right.  We know what you mean . . "
 
-"No  really . . ." he pleaded as the verbal assaults on  his  al
+"No  really . . ." he pleaded as the verbal assaults on  his  al
 leged sexual preferences were slung one after the other.  
 
 This  poor kid never read Shakespeare: "He who doth  protest  too 
@@ -786,7 +786,7 @@ at  the other end of the phone.  "Giving good phone" implies  one
 thing while "Having a great keystroke" just might mean another.  
 
 The din of the crowd was generally penetrated by the sounds of  a 
-quasi-pornographic  Japanese high tech toon of  questionable  so
+quasi-pornographic  Japanese high tech toon of  questionable  so
 cially redeeming value which a majority of the crowd appeared  to 
 both  enjoy and understand.  I am guilty of neither by reason  of 
 antiquity.
@@ -824,7 +824,7 @@ to  keep silent.  That would have been cheating.  I hang  out  on
 both sides and have a reputation to maintain.
 
 "Hey,  I  see one" screeched a female voice (or  parhaps  it  was 
-Phil's  young admirer) from the left side of the 400+ seat  ball
+Phil's  young admirer) from the left side of the 400+ seat  ball
 room.   Chaos!  Where? Where?  Where's the fed?  Like  when  Jose 
 Consenko  hits  one  towards the center field  fence  and  70,000 
 screaming  fans  stand on their seats to get a better view  of  a 
@@ -832,7 +832,7 @@ three inch ball 1/4 mile away flying at 150 miles per  hour, this
 crowd stood like  Lemmings  in view of Valhalla the Cliff to espy  
 the  Fed.  Where's the Fed?
 
-Jeff jumped off the stage in anxious anticipation that yet anoth
+Jeff jumped off the stage in anxious anticipation that yet anoth
 er anti-freedom-repressive law enforcement person had blown   his  
 cover.   Where's the Fed?  Jeff is searching for the accuser  and 
 the  accused.  Where's the Fed?  Craned necks as far as  the  eye 
@@ -852,7 +852,7 @@ have  been  dressed  like an Hawaiian surf bum  or  banshee  from
 Hellfire, Oregon.  Kudos to those Feds I know never got  spotted.  
 Next year, guys.  There's always next year.
 
-Phil's notoriety and the presence of the Phoenix, Arizona prosecu
+Phil's notoriety and the presence of the Phoenix, Arizona prosecu
 tor   who was largely responsible for the dubiously effective  or 
 righteous  Operation  Sun Devil, Gail Thackeray  ("I  change  job 
 every 4 years or so - right after an election")  brought out  the 
@@ -881,12 +881,12 @@ behind us to hear.
 I moved on.  Can't take chances with personal safety when I  have 
 kids to feed.  Fed or felon, he scared me.
 
-Gail Thackeray  was the next act on stage. She was less in agree
-ment about Phil Zimmerman than probably anyone (except the  unde
+Gail Thackeray  was the next act on stage. She was less in agree
+ment about Phil Zimmerman than probably anyone (except the  unde
 tected Feds) in the audience.  She, as expected, endorsed much of 
 the  law  enforcement programs that revolve  around  various  key 
 management  (escrow) schemes.  Phil recalls a letter  from  Burma 
-that  describe how the freedom fighters use PGP to  defend  them
+that  describe how the freedom fighters use PGP to  defend  them
 selves against repression.  He cites the letter from Latvia  that 
 says  electronic  freedom as offered by PGP is one of  the  only   
 hopes for the future of a free Russia.  Gail empathizes but  sees 
@@ -903,7 +903,7 @@ schedule."
 Gail  is amused.  She knew it would be a tough audience  and  has 
 been through it before.  She is not shaken in the least.  
 
-"I've read your mail," she responds.  "Its not all that interest
+"I've read your mail," she responds.  "Its not all that interest
 ing."   The audience appreciates a good repartee. "You gotta  pay 
 me  to  do this, and frankly most of it is pretty  boring."   She 
 successful made her point and kept the audience laughing all  the 
@@ -921,7 +921,7 @@ communications aren't private.  Why should we change  it now?"
 to me again. Boy can I pick seats. "You know perfectly well  that 
 cops  abuse the laws and this will just make their  jobs  easier. 
 Once people find a way to escape tyranny you all want to bring it 
-right  back again.  This is revolution and you're scared of  los
+right  back again.  This is revolution and you're scared of  los
 ing.  This kind of puke scum you're vomiting disgusts me.  I just 
 can't  take it any more. " Yeah, right on.   Scattered  applause.  
 While  this  'gent' may have stated what was on many  minds,  his 

phrack/issue46/20.txt

@@ -7,7 +7,7 @@
                   (Cyber Christ Meets Lady Luck Continued)
 
 
-I  don't agree with everything that Gail says, but she is a  com
+I  don't agree with everything that Gail says, but she is a  com
 pelling  speaker; she believes in what she says.  But I do  agree 
 with  her  on  the difficulty of forensic  evidence  in  computer 
 cases.
@@ -16,11 +16,11 @@ cases.
 there was an ad for United, you know, the employee owned airline.  
 And it was a beautiful ad, hundred of employees standing in front 
 of  a brand new great big jet. All smiling and happy." Gail  then 
-frowned deeply.  "Some stockholder ought to sue them for mislead
+frowned deeply.  "Some stockholder ought to sue them for mislead
 ing  advertising."  This was more like it!  Go, Gail! "I  started 
 to look at the picture carefully and I noticed this  unmistakably 
 fat lady in a pink dress.  And then over a few persons. .  .guess 
-what?  The  same fat lady in pink."  Roars of  laughter  and  ap
+what?  The  same fat lady in pink."  Roars of  laughter  and  ap
 plause.  
 
 Her point? What seems real may not be real at all, and with a few 
@@ -41,7 +41,7 @@ $5000 no less, plus a paltry $15 entrance fee.
 
 			* * * * *
 
-The afternoon sessions were filled with a mixture of anti-govern
+The afternoon sessions were filled with a mixture of anti-govern
 ment,  pro-privacy  advocacy, virus workshops and  such  by  both 
 under  and above ground folks.  Padgett Peterson's  knowledge  of 
 viruses  is deep and he spread the same wisdom as his does in  so 
@@ -50,11 +50,11 @@ accurate than wrong.
 
 It's  often  surprising  to see how people will  voice  the  same 
 opinion  in  varying  degree of intensity  depending  upon  their 
-audience.  Mark Aldrich of General Research Corp. in the Washing
+audience.  Mark Aldrich of General Research Corp. in the Washing
 ton area made a statement that I doubt I would hear at a  ConCon. 
 "Fear  your  government  that fears your crypto.  Use  crypto  as 
 a weapon."  Sara Gordon's panel discussion on crypto  and privacy 
-and  related topics fueled the audience's general anti-fed  atti
+and  related topics fueled the audience's general anti-fed  atti
 tude.
 
 "I  was bugged by the Feds."  "So was I?"  "What can we do  about 
@@ -74,7 +74,7 @@ of better judgement and followed a group of 8 or 10 to unmask  an
 unmarked white van in the parking lot. 
 
 "It's the Feds." "How do you know?"  "Oh, it's the Feds alright."  
-"How do you know."  "It's a white van and the intelligence  serv
+"How do you know."  "It's a white van and the intelligence  serv
 ices  use white vans."  "What are you going to do?"  "Bust  'em."  
 "Bust 'em for what?"  "For being Feds."  
 
@@ -83,7 +83,7 @@ upon the ugly tartan/paisley carpets so obnoxiously loud a  blind
 man  could  cry "Uncle!", into the Hall  of   Overpriced  Shoppes 
 through the lobby and over to the parking garage.  We had to have 
 $100,000 of surveillance gear in tow:(enough to detect the planet 
-Pluto fart in b-flat).  Radio receivers and eavesdropping  equip
+Pluto fart in b-flat).  Radio receivers and eavesdropping  equip
 ment  were courtesy of my pal Mike Peros. The goal was,  if  this 
 was a Fed van, we could hear it.  I don't think so, but I go  for 
 the  ride and a few minutes of reprieve away from the  conference 
@@ -94,7 +94,7 @@ trying to instill their own mental foibles into their  companions
 and  sheer terror in normal old Vegas visitors who have  no  idea 
 what they've walked into.
 
-Feds? Not. Surrepticious radio transmissions?  Just hotel securi
+Feds? Not. Surrepticious radio transmissions?  Just hotel securi
 ty  tracking the movements of 8 or 10 paranoids (and  one  writer 
 with  nothing else to do for a half hour) into a  parking  garage 
 which has more cameras than NBC.  Feds?  Of course not.  Don't be 
@@ -104,11 +104,11 @@ ridiculous.
 
 To say nothing worthwhile occurred until 11PM that evening  would 
 be lying, but this thing, this DefCon II thing, was turning  into 
-what  I would have called 25 years ago, a Love-In.  The  partici
-pants were giddy from the event, the camaraderie, the $1  Heinek
+what  I would have called 25 years ago, a Love-In.  The  partici
+pants were giddy from the event, the camaraderie, the $1  Heinek
 ens and the hacking.  The Sahara  was actually pretty good  about 
 it. Jeff got the conference space for free because he  guaranteed 
-that  at least 100 hotel rooms would be booked by  "computer  en
+that  at least 100 hotel rooms would be booked by  "computer  en
 thusiasts coming to a small computer conference."  Little did the 
 hotel  know that half the crowd was too young to drink, too broke 
 to gamble, and conspicuous enough to ward off legitimate clients.  
@@ -141,15 +141,15 @@ was an education.
 DefCon II was a Love-In, technology and all.  
 
 Come  11PM yet another speaker canceled so  I offered to chat  to 
-the  crowd for a half hour or so on Van Eck radiation; the  emis
-sions  from  CRT's that make video screens readable from  a  dis
+the  crowd for a half hour or so on Van Eck radiation; the  emis
+sions  from  CRT's that make video screens readable from  a  dis
 tance.   Now this wasn't a fill in at 2PM or anything.   Sessions 
 reconvened at 11PM and I spoke to a full audience who were  there 
 to get a midnight lesson in cellular hacking.
 
 Most  above ground types still believe that hacking is  an  acne-
 faced  teenager,  chigging  Jolt Cola,  wolfing  down  pepperoni 
-pizza  and causing Corporate America no end of grief.  To a  cer
+pizza  and causing Corporate America no end of grief.  To a  cer
 tain extent some of this is true.  But hacking is so much more.
 
 As  Rop  Gongrijjp, editor of Hacktic once told me,  "hacking  is 
@@ -158,12 +158,12 @@ how things work.  Many of the older hackers, those in their early
 20's  and older, are migrating from the  conventional  dial-em-up 
 and  break-in hacking image to the fine art of cellular  hacking. 
 How  do these things work?  What are the frequencies? How  can  I 
-customize my phone?  How many channels can I scan?  The possibil
+customize my phone?  How many channels can I scan?  The possibil
 ities are endless as I soon learned.
 
 Jim and Bill (fake names) asked if I wanted to see a great  demo. 
 Sure!   No  names, they said.  OK.  No problem.  In  one  of  the 
-several  thousand hotel rooms at the Sahara was a pile of  equip
+several  thousand hotel rooms at the Sahara was a pile of  equip
 ment  to make an under budgeted  FBI surveillance  team  insanely 
 jealous. There in the middle of the ridiculously filthy room that 
 no  doubt caused the maid to shudder, sat a log periodic  antenna 
@@ -173,9 +173,9 @@ cell phone's antenna jack.
 
 OK, so what's that?  Free cell calls?  No, much more.
 
-A second cell phone/scanner, an Oki 900 was modified and connect
+A second cell phone/scanner, an Oki 900 was modified and connect
 ed to a laptop computer.  (This was the exact modification  being 
-discussed downstairs)  Custom software that was freely   distrib
+discussed downstairs)  Custom software that was freely   distrib
 uted  around DefCon scanned the data from the Oki  and  displayed 
 the scanning activity. A pair of speakers then audibly  broadcast 
 the  specific conversation.  And in Vegas, you can  imagine  what 
@@ -225,7 +225,7 @@ admit,  some of what I witnessed was very, very, funny.  I'm  not
 advocating  this  kind of activity, but much like  Candid  Camera 
 broke  into  people's lives to capture their reactions,  cellular 
 hacking  is similarly amusing.   The hacker/phreaks  particularly 
-enjoyed breaking in on fighting couples.  (I counted six  impend
+enjoyed breaking in on fighting couples.  (I counted six  impend
 ing divorces.) Almost without exception the man was in a car  and 
 the lady was at a fixed location; presumably, home. 
 
@@ -336,12 +336,12 @@ Click.
 A couple of hours later the same hooker was overheard talking  to 
 one of her work mates.
 
-"Then this asshole says it's a bust.  Cost me $300 in lost  busi
+"Then this asshole says it's a bust.  Cost me $300 in lost  busi
 ness, shit."
 "You,  too?   Same shit been going on all night  long.  What  the 
 fuck?"
 
-Wow.  And it seems like only this morning that my toilet  explod
+Wow.  And it seems like only this morning that my toilet  explod
 ed. 
 
 			* * * * *
@@ -352,7 +352,7 @@ of impressionable teenagers?  You might well ask.
 
 So I'll tell you.
 
-Sitting in yet another Saharan hell-hole of a room they  unabash
+Sitting in yet another Saharan hell-hole of a room they  unabash
 edly market for $55 per night I encountered hackers #1 through #4 
 and  this  . . . I immediately thought, elderly  gent.   He  said 
 nothing  and neither did I, thinking that he might have  been  an 
@@ -383,7 +383,7 @@ Sounds like they need their own union.
 
 This was the official "Permission To Travel" form dated June  16, 
 1994 which gave Bootleg the legal right to travel from Oregon  to 
-Las Vegas in the dead of the summer to attend a "computer conven
+Las Vegas in the dead of the summer to attend a "computer conven
 tion."   The flight times were specific as were the conditions of 
 his  freedom.   He had to inform the local cops that  he  was  in 
 town.   In  case any crimes occurred throughout the city  of  Las 
@@ -391,7 +391,7 @@ Vegas during his sojourn, he was an easily identifiable suspect.
 
 While  he downed another Jack and coke I found out  what  Bootleg 
 was really doing.  Despite the fact that the "Federal Keep  Track 
-of a Crook Travel Form" said, "you are prohibited from  advertis
+of a Crook Travel Form" said, "you are prohibited from  advertis
 ing  or  selling  your DMV  CD,"  the  paranoia that runs rampant  
 through the minds of prison bureaucracy was actually in this case  
 quite correctly concerned. 
@@ -411,7 +411,7 @@ Bootleg handed me a CD ROM:
 		- Over 3 Million Oregon License Plate Records
 
 The inside jacket clearly stated that this information was not to 
-be used by any creatively nefarious types for any sort of person
+be used by any creatively nefarious types for any sort of person
 al Information Warfare tactics.  It warns,
 
 Do not use this CD to:
@@ -428,7 +428,7 @@ of  information  that the Oregon authorities are none  too  happy
 about.   The  ones  Bootleg outlined never  came  into  my  mind.  
 (Heh!) Bootleg acquired the information legally.  State officials 
 were kind enough to violate the electronic souls of its  citizens 
-by sending Bootleg their driver's information magnetically embla
+by sending Bootleg their driver's information magnetically embla
 zoned  on  a 3600 foot long piece of 9 track acetate.   Now  they 
 want  to  change the law to reflect "heart felt concern  for  the 
 privacy of their citizens."  Get a clue, or if none's  available, 
@@ -472,7 +472,7 @@ the ad lib tongue.  No harm done.
 
 I  didn't know, until this Sunday, that there were actually  real 
 live versions of "Pump Up The Volume" running rampant across  the 
-country,  impinging their commercial-free low power radio  broad
+country,  impinging their commercial-free low power radio  broad
 casts into an electromagnetic spectrum owned and operated by  the 
 Federal  Communications Commission.  And, as to be expected,  the 
 FCC  is trying to put these relatively harmless stations  out  of 
@@ -507,10 +507,10 @@ I  was scheduled to speak today, but with the schedule  seemingly
 slipping  forward  and backward at  random  haphazard  intervals, 
 there  was  no telling when what would occur.  Mark  Ludwig,  of   
 Virus Writing Contest fame and author of the much touted  "Little 
-Black  Book  of Computer Viruses" Virus gave a less  then  impas
+Black  Book  of Computer Viruses" Virus gave a less  then  impas
 sioned speech about the evils of government.
 
-"I know most of you don't have any assets other than your comput
+"I know most of you don't have any assets other than your comput
 er,"  Ludwig  said to the poverty stricken masses of  DefCon  II.  
 "But  you will, and you want to make sure the government  doesn't 
 come  crashing down around you whenever they want.  They can  and 
@@ -542,7 +542,7 @@ called  for, he says.  "Help Phil Zimmerman.  Send him money  for
 his  defense.   Then, laugh at the Feds!"  Haha, haha.   Haha.  
 Hahahahahaha.  Ha!
 
-."When they come to the door, just laugh at them."  Haha.   Haha
+."When they come to the door, just laugh at them."  Haha.   Haha
 ha.  Haha.  "No matter what they do, laugh at them."  Hahahahaha.   
 Enough  of  that,  please.  If I laugh at  6  husky  beer-bellied 
 Cyber-cops  who have an arsenal of  handguns pointed at my  head, 
@@ -559,7 +559,7 @@ for  the Annual Virus Writing contest."  Ludwig  seemed  suddenly
 depressed.   "Unfortunately, we only got one  legitimate  entry."  
 One  entry?   The media plastered his contest across  the  media-
 waves and the National Computer Security Association was planning 
-a  tactical nuclear response.  One entry?  What kind  of  subver
+a  tactical nuclear response.  One entry?  What kind  of  subver
 sives have 20 year olds turned into anyway?  In my day (Yeah, I'm 
 old  enough  to use that phrase) if we called for  a    political  
 demonstration thousands would pile through the subway  turnstiles 
@@ -570,7 +570,7 @@ enough trouble from the young-uns.   Sheeeeeeesssh!
 
 Mark  Ludwig's  politically incorrect virus writing  contest  may 
 have  been  a  PR success but it was a  business  abortion.   One 
-entry.  Shit.  At the NCSA meeting in Washington,  rivaling  fac
+entry.  Shit.  At the NCSA meeting in Washington,  rivaling  fac
 tions battled over how we as an association should respond.  
 
 "Hang the bastard."  "He's what's wrong with world."  "Put him in 
@@ -615,7 +615,7 @@ Quarterly."   I'm  the technology advisor to the NCSA so  it  was
 a natural request to which I was pleased to oblige.
 
 I  told  Bob about his 15 minutes of fame at DefCon to  which  he 
-roared  in laughter.  "Good! Then I won't have to  subscribe  my
+roared  in laughter.  "Good! Then I won't have to  subscribe  my
 self."
 
 
@@ -636,7 +636,7 @@ off.
 
 "C'mon kid. Give me your best shot."
 
-"Your mother . . ."  A crowd gathered to see what kind of  repar
+"Your mother . . ."  A crowd gathered to see what kind of  repar
 tee  this little schnook could come up with.  "Your mother ..  ."  
 C'mon  kid.  You  got it in you. C'mon.  "You, she is a   .  .  . 
 uh,  .  . . mother . . ." and he finally skulked  away  in  sheer 
@@ -659,7 +659,7 @@ what?  "How come you flamed Lenny DeCicco?"
 
 It  turns  out that someone adapted my  electronic  identity  and 
 logged  on to the WELL in Sausalito, CA and proceeded to  post  a 
-deep  flame  against Lenny.  Among other  none-too-subtle  asper
+deep  flame  against Lenny.  Among other  none-too-subtle  asper
 sions, 'my' posting accused Lenny of a whole string of crimes  of 
 Information Warfare and even out and out theft. 
 
@@ -673,13 +673,13 @@ someone  was spoofing him and me at the same time.  But why?  And
 why me?
 
 It took a couple of days after arriving home from DefCon to learn 
-after  extensive conversations with the WELL that my  erased  ac
+after  extensive conversations with the WELL that my  erased  ac
 count from almost two years ago and then re-erased on June 20  of 
 this  year  was accidentally turned back on  by  some  mysterious 
 administrative process that I cannot claim to fathom.  OK, that's 
 what they said.  
 
-But perhaps most interesting of the entire Getting Spoofed  inci
+But perhaps most interesting of the entire Getting Spoofed  inci
 dent  was a single comment that Pei Chen, sysop of the WELL  said 
 to  me  while I complained about how such  an  awful  anti-social 
 attack was clearly reprehensible.  Oh, it's simple, she said.
@@ -697,7 +697,7 @@ digital anarchists, no less.
 
 The  SPA scrounges around 1600 private BBS's to see who's  making 
 illicit  copies  of   Microsoft Word or Quattro  For  Weanies  or 
-Bulgarian  for Bimbos or other legitimate software that the  pub
+Bulgarian  for Bimbos or other legitimate software that the  pub
 lishers  would  rather receive their due income from  then  being 
 stolen.
 
@@ -713,7 +713,7 @@ stolen.
 
 "Ahem, cough, cough." Challenge denied.
 
-"What  name do you use on the boards?"  Idiot question  that  de
+"What  name do you use on the boards?"  Idiot question  that  de
 serves an idiot answer.
 
 "Fred."  Laughs.
@@ -721,7 +721,7 @@ serves an idiot answer.
 "You  mean  you have a full time guy to  download  software  from 
 boards to see if it's legal or not?"  "Yup."
 
-"So,  you pay people to commit felonies?"  Astutely stupid  ques
+"So,  you pay people to commit felonies?"  Astutely stupid  ques
 tion.
 
 "We have permission."
@@ -749,7 +749,7 @@ comment on the asset-deprived audience.  Soon come, man.
 
 "So you're gonna put Compuserve in jail?"  Big, big applause.  
 
-Despite the openly verbal animosity between the free-ware believ
+Despite the openly verbal animosity between the free-ware believ
 ers  and  the Chief Software Cop, the spirited  and  entertaining 
 disagreements  maintained a healthy good natured tone  that  well 
 exceed Peter's time limit, as DefCon II was coming to a close.  
@@ -767,19 +767,19 @@ from a horny teenager.
 
 Next.   The Cliff Stoll doll with an assortment of accessory  yo-
 yos  was a popular item. It was thrown pell-mell into the  crowds 
-who  leapt at it with a vengeance like a baseball bleachers  sec
+who  leapt at it with a vengeance like a baseball bleachers  sec
 tion awaiting the 61st home run.
 
 "There  used to be a Wife of Cliff Stoll doll, but no one's  seen 
 it  in two years."  Cliff is strange.  I don't know if he's  that 
 strange, but it was a funny bit.
 
-"Then  we have the LoD/MoD action figure set starring Erik  Bloo
+"Then  we have the LoD/MoD action figure set starring Erik  Bloo
 daxe  and  Phiber Optik."  GI Joe action  set  gone  underground.  
 Corny,  but appreciated as hundreds of bodies dove to  catch  the 
 plastic relics tossed from the stage.
 
-If anything, an anti-climatic end to an otherwise highly informa
+If anything, an anti-climatic end to an otherwise highly informa
 tive  and  educational conference.  I can hardly wait  till  next 
 year  when, after word gets out, DefCon III will be  attended  by 
 thousands  of hackers and cops and narks who will try to  replay   
@@ -788,7 +788,7 @@ the Summer of Cyber-Love '94 for a sequel.
 			* * * * * 
 
 More  than anything I wanted to get away from the  Sahara.   Away 
-from  its nauseatingly chromatic carpets, it's hundreds  of  sur
+from  its nauseatingly chromatic carpets, it's hundreds  of  sur
 veillance  cameras,  and  most of all, away  from  its  exploding 
 toilets.  
 
@@ -823,7 +823,7 @@ our laps.
 "Working." Gee, I'm quick.
 
 "What  do you do?"  Susan asked with a straight face.  I bet  she 
-expected something like gas pumper, or nocturnal mortuary  forni
+expected something like gas pumper, or nocturnal mortuary  forni
 cator or 7/11 clerk.
 
 "We're hacking for Jesus.  This is Cyber Christ!" I said pointing 
@@ -845,12 +845,12 @@ jumped right into an F-14 simulator which rotated 360 degrees  on
 two gimbals for an infinite variety of nauseousness.
 
 "Oh, shit!" I yelled as I propelled myself forward and around and 
-sideways with sufficient g-force to disgorge even the most delec
+sideways with sufficient g-force to disgorge even the most delec
 table meal.  "Oh, shit." I had reversed the throttle and was  now 
 spinning  end  over end backwards.  My inner ear was  getting  my 
 stomach  sick. "Oh, shit."  Out of the corner of my eyes my  four 
 pals  were  doubled over in laughter.  Had I barfed yet  and  not 
-known it?  God, I hope not.  "Oh, shit." I came to a dead  stand
+known it?  God, I hope not.  "Oh, shit." I came to a dead  stand
 still,  the video screen showed me plummeting to earth at  escape 
 velocity and I pushed the throttle forward as roughly as I could.  
 An  innate survival instinct came in to play.  "Oh,  shit!"   The 
@@ -877,12 +877,12 @@ crashed.  The huge video display has me tipping end over end  and
 the  screen  is  shaking and the car I'm  driving  is  shuddering 
 violently but my brain can't compute it all.  I'm gonna wretch, I 
 just  know  it.  But I keep on driving,  decidedly  last  against 
-people  who haven't been handicapped with an inner ear so  sensi
+people  who haven't been handicapped with an inner ear so  sensi
 tive I get dizzy when I watch a 5" black and white TV.
 
 We  tilted out of there and alas, it was time to find  a  200,000 
 pound of metal to glide me home. It was a damn good thing I hadn't 
-eaten  before VR Land, but I wolfed down $3 hot dogs at the  air
+eaten  before VR Land, but I wolfed down $3 hot dogs at the  air
 port  knowing  full well that whatever they served on  the  plane 
 would be a thousand times worse.  So Mike and I munched,  leaving 
 Cyber Christ and friends to battle the press and the stars at the 
@@ -890,14 +890,14 @@ opening of Planet Hollywood at Caesar's Palace.
   
 And then an unexpected surprise. Lisa and friend; our first class 
 objects of flirtation from the outbound trip which seemed like  a 
-month ago, appeared.  But we were all so wiped out that a  conti
+month ago, appeared.  But we were all so wiped out that a  conti
 nent of innuendo turned into a series of short cat naps.  We  got 
 a  few  flirts  in,  but nothing to write home  about.  Red  Eye   
 flights are just not what they're cracked up to be.  
 
 As  I  crawled into bed at something like 7AM  Eastern,  my  wife 
 awoke  enough to ask the perennial wife question.  "What did  you 
-do  all weekend?"  I, in turn, gave her the usual  husbandly  re
+do  all weekend?"  I, in turn, gave her the usual  husbandly  re
 sponse.
 
 "Oh, nothing.  Good night, Gracie."
@@ -906,7 +906,7 @@ sponse.
 
 (C) 1994 Winn Schwartau
 Winn  Schwartau is an information security  consultant,  lecturer 
-and, obviously, a writer.  Please go buy his new book:  "Informa
+and, obviously, a writer.  Please go buy his new book:  "Informa
 tion Warfare: Chaos on the Electronic Superhighway." Available at 
 book   stores  everywhere.   Winn  can  be  reached  at:   Voice: 
 813.393.6600 or E-mail: P00506@Psilink.com

phrack/issue46/23.txt

@@ -24,13 +24,13 @@ lobes for better reception.
 New York had to be better.
 
 Emmanuel  Goldstein  -aka Eric Corely - or is it  the  other  way 
-around? is the host of HOPE, Hackers on Planet Earth, a  celebra
+around? is the host of HOPE, Hackers on Planet Earth, a  celebra
 tion of his successfully publishing 2600 - The Hackers  Quarterly  
 for  ten  years without getting jailed, shot or  worse.   For  as 
 Congressman  Ed Markey said to Eric/Emmanuel in  a  Congressional 
 hearing  last  year,  and I paraphrase, 2600 is no  more  than  a 
-handbook  for hacking (comparable obviously to a terrorist  hand
-book for blowing up the World Trade Center) for which Eric/Emman
+handbook  for hacking (comparable obviously to a terrorist  hand
+book for blowing up the World Trade Center) for which Eric/Emman
 uel should be properly vilified, countenanced and then drawn  and 
 quartered on Letterman's Stupid Pet Tricks. 
 
@@ -44,7 +44,7 @@ and  HOPE  will take place in the Hotel  Filthadelphia,  straight
 across the street from Pennsylvania Station in beautiful downtown 
 fast-food-before-they-mug-you  34th  street,  right  around   the 
 corner  from  clean-the-streets-its-Thanksgiving  Herald  Square.  
-Geography notwithstanding, HOPE promised to be a more  iconoclas
+Geography notwithstanding, HOPE promised to be a more  iconoclas
 tic gathering than that of DefCon II. 
 
 First  off,  to set the record straight, I am a New  Yorker.   No 
@@ -64,7 +64,7 @@ middle name."  Yeah, so what's your point?
 
 You  see,  for a true New Yorker these aren't insults to  be  re-
 regurgitated  at the mental moron who attempts to combat us in  a 
-battle  of wits yet enters the ring unarmed; these are mere  tru
+battle  of wits yet enters the ring unarmed; these are mere  tru
 isms  as seen by someone who views the world in black and  white, 
 not black, white and New York.
 
@@ -76,7 +76,7 @@ Sing  prison  (no shit!).  Overlooking the wide  expanse  of  the
 Hudson  River from my aerie several hundred feet above, the  only 
 disquieting aspect of that location were the enormously deafening 
 thunderclaps which resounded a hundred and one times between  the 
-cliffs on either side of the river.  Then there was the occasion
+cliffs on either side of the river.  Then there was the occasion
 al escapee-alarm from the prison. .
 
 So,  it was my daily New York regimen to take the 8:15  into  the 
@@ -88,7 +88,7 @@ commuters  who congregate in New York Shitty for no other  reason
 that to collect a paycheck to afford blood pressure medicine.  
 
 You  have  to understand that New York  is  different.   Imagine, 
-picture  in your mind: nothing is so endearing as to watch  thou
+picture  in your mind: nothing is so endearing as to watch  thou
 sands of briefcase carrying suits scrambling like ants in a  Gary 
 Larson cartoon for the nearest taxi, all the while greeting their 
 neighbors with the prototypical New York G'day! 
@@ -173,7 +173,7 @@ tickets  and  tore ass through Union Station   The  closing  gate
 missed  me but caught the suitcase costing me yet more time as  I 
 attempted to disgorge my now-shattered valise from the fork-lift-
 like spikes which protect the trains from late-coming  commuters.  
-The  rubber edged doors on the train itself were kinder and  gen
+The  rubber edged doors on the train itself were kinder and  gen
 tler,  but at this point, screw it.  It was Evian and Fritos  for 
 the next three hours. 
 
@@ -186,7 +186,7 @@ will learn to spell; I won't raise taxes.  I wonder about HOPE.
 threatened  me with electronic assassination if I used his  name.  
 "Emmanuel will kill me."   Apparently the authorities-who-be  are 
 going to be there in force.  "They want to see if Corrupt or  any 
-of  the MoD crew stay after dark, then Zap! Back to jail.   (gig
+of  the MoD crew stay after dark, then Zap! Back to jail.   (gig
 gle, giggle.)  I want to see that."  
 
 Will Mitnick show up?  I'd like to talk to that boy.  A  thousand 
@@ -230,11 +230,11 @@ still inaccurate.  I think the word, ah, '$95 a night slum' might
 still  be overly generous.  Let's try . . . ah ha! the room  that 
 almost survived the fire bombing.  Yeah, that's the ticket.
 
-The  walls were pealing.  Long strips of yellowed  antique  wall
-paper  embellished the flatness of the walls as they  curled  to
+The  walls were pealing.  Long strips of yellowed  antique  wall
+paper  embellished the flatness of the walls as they  curled  to
 wards the floor and windows.  The chunks of dried glue  decorated 
 the pastel gray with texture and the water stains from I know not 
-where  slithered  their way to the soggy carpet in  fractal  pat
+where  slithered  their way to the soggy carpet in  fractal  pat
 terned  rivulets.   I stood in awe at early funk motif  that  the 
 Hotel  Filthadelphia  chose in honor of my  attendance  at  HOPE.  
 But,  no  matter how bad my room was, at least  it  was  bachelor 
@@ -246,16 +246,16 @@ drenched  wallboard  and putrefying carpet shreds. (God,  I  love
 going  to hacker conferences!  It's not that I like  Hyatt's  and 
 Hilton' all that much: I do prefer the smaller facilities, but, I 
 am sad to admit, clean counts at my age.).  My nose did not  have 
-to  venture towards the floor to be aware that the Hotel  Filtha
+to  venture towards the floor to be aware that the Hotel  Filtha
 delphia  was  engaging  in top  secret  exobiological  government 
-experiments bent on determining their communicability and  infec
+experiments bent on determining their communicability and  infec
 tion factor.
 
 The  top  floor of the Hotel Filthadelphia - the 18th -  was  the 
 place  for  HOPE, except the elevator door  wouldn't  open.   The 
-inner door did, but even with the combined strength of my person
+inner door did, but even with the combined strength of my person
 al crowbar (a New York defensive measure only; I never use it  at 
-home) and three roughians with a bad case of Mexican Claustropho
+home) and three roughians with a bad case of Mexican Claustropho
 bia, we never got the door open.  
 
 The guard in the lobby was a big help. 
@@ -275,7 +275,7 @@ types  ought  to talk to him for a clear,  concise  and  coherent
 description of the whys and wherefores of hacking.  
 
 Hey Emmanuel!  Hey Strat!  Hey Garbage Heap!  Hey Erikb! Hey   to 
-lots of folks.  Is that you Supernigger?  And Julio?  I was  sur
+lots of folks.  Is that you Supernigger?  And Julio?  I was  sur
 prised.   I knew a lot more of these guys that I thought  I  did. 
 Some indicted, some unindicted, some mere sympathizers and  other 
 techno-freaks  who  enjoy  a weekend  with  other  techno-freaks. 
@@ -314,7 +314,7 @@ Nothing worked, but that's normal.
 
 Rop  had  set  up HEU (Hacking at the End of   the  Universe)  in 
 Holland last year with a single length of 800m ethernet.  (That's 
-meter  for the Americans: about 2625 ft.)  HOPE, though was  dif
+meter  for the Americans: about 2625 ft.)  HOPE, though was  dif
 ferent.  The Hotel Filthadelphia's switchboard and phone  systems 
 crashed  every  half hour or so which doesn't do a  lot  for  the 
 health of 28.8 slip lines.  
@@ -354,10 +354,10 @@ in the attention and hundreds of horny hackers jealously look on.
 
 Friday night was more of an experience - a Baba Ram Dass-like  Be 
 Here Now experience - with mellow being the operative word.   The 
-hotel  had apparently sacrificed 20,000 square feet of its  pent
+hotel  had apparently sacrificed 20,000 square feet of its  pent
 house  to hackers, but it was obvious to see they  really  didn't 
 give  a  damn  if the whole floor got  trashed.   Ceiling  panels 
-dripped from their 12 foot lofts making a scorched Shuttle under
+dripped from their 12 foot lofts making a scorched Shuttle under
 belly look pristine.  What a cesspool!  I swear nothing had  been 
 done  to the decorative environs since the day Kennedy was  shot.  
 But  kudos to Emmanuel for finding a centrally  located  cesspool 
@@ -388,9 +388,9 @@ is sad, but John Paul Getty I ain't.
 As  I  munched on my coffee and sipped my  runny  egg-sandwich  I 
 noticed that right in front of the runny-egg-sandwich place sat a 
 Ford  Econoline van. Nice van.  Nice phone company van. What  are 
-they doing here? Oh, yeah, the hackers need lines and the switch
+they doing here? Oh, yeah, the hackers need lines and the switch
 board  is  down.   Of course, the phone company  is  here.   But, 
-what's  that? Hello? A Hacker playing in the phone van? I  recog
+what's  that? Hello? A Hacker playing in the phone van? I  recog
 nize  you! You work with Emmanuel.  How?  He's robbing  it.   Not 
 robbing, maybe borrowing.  
 
@@ -418,7 +418,7 @@ knew  him or suspected what size of Jim-Carey-MASK arsenal  might
 suddenly appear if a passive hug were accidentally interpreted as 
 being too aggressive. The MIB is imposing and Ben too shy.
 
-The  media can ask some dumb questions and write some dumb  arti
+The  media can ask some dumb questions and write some dumb  arti
 cles  because they spend 12 1/2 minutes trying to  understand  an 
 entire culture.  Can't do that fellows!  
 
@@ -455,7 +455,7 @@ community needs help and you guys are part of the solution."  The
 MIB was impeccably dressed  in his pin stripe with only traces of 
 a  Hackers  80 T-shirt leaking through his starched  white  dress 
 shirt.   The MIB is no less than Robert Steele, ex-CIA type  spy, 
-senior  civilian in Marine Corps Intelligence and now the  Presi
+senior  civilian in Marine Corps Intelligence and now the  Presi
 dent of Open Source Solutions, Inc.  
 
 He  got these guys (and gals) going.  Robert doesn't mince  words 
@@ -466,7 +466,7 @@ specially  arranged 48 hour visa to Washington, DC.   He  brought
 Emmanuel  and  Rop and clan to his show and since  their  agendas 
 aren't all that different, a camaraderie was formed.
 
-Robert MIB Steele believes that the current intelligence  machin
+Robert MIB Steele believes that the current intelligence  machin
 ery is inadequate to meet the challenges of today's world.   Over 
 80%  of the classified information contained with  the  Byzantine 
 bowels of the government is actually available from open sources.  
@@ -508,7 +508,7 @@ Cyberspace  open, and sooner or later, the denizens of the  black
 holes of information will have to sooner or late realize that the 
 cat is out of the bag.
 
-Steele educated the Hacker crowd in a way new to them:  he treat
+Steele educated the Hacker crowd in a way new to them:  he treat
 ed  them with respect, and in turn he opened a channel of  dialog 
 that  few above ground suit-types have ever  envisioned.   Steele 
 works at the source.
@@ -522,7 +522,7 @@ reporters  could tickle their stomachs on camera.  Despite  their
 public allegations that the media screws it up and never can  get 
 the  story right, a camera is like a magnet.  The New York  Times 
 printed  an article about HOPE so off the wall I wondered if  the 
-reporter  had actually been there.  Nonetheless, the crowds  fol
+reporter  had actually been there.  Nonetheless, the crowds  fol
 lowed  the  cameras,  the cameras followed the  crowds,  and  the 
 crowds  parted like the Red Sea.  But these were mighty  colorful 
 crowds.
@@ -532,13 +532,13 @@ drinking,  pepperoni  downing nerdish teenager  who  has  himself
 locked  in  the  un-air-conditioned attic of  his  parents'  half 
 million  dollar house from the time school gets out till the  sun 
 rises. Wrongo security-breath.  Yeah, there's that component, but 
-I was reminded of the '80's, the early '80's by a large  percent
+I was reminded of the '80's, the early '80's by a large  percent
 age of the crowd.
 
 Purple  hair  was present but scarce, and I swear on a  stack  of 
-2600's that Pat from Saturday Night Live was there putting every
+2600's that Pat from Saturday Night Live was there putting every
 one's hormonal guess-machines to the test.  But what cannot  help 
-but  capture one's attention is a 40 pin integrated  circuit  in
+but  capture one's attention is a 40 pin integrated  circuit  in
 serted  into  the  shaved side skull of  an  otherwise  clean-cut 
 Mohawk haircut.  
 
@@ -560,11 +560,11 @@ case.   In New York it's not too hard to be perceived  as  clean,
 especially  when you consider the frame of reference. Nothing  is 
 too weird.
 
-The energy level of HOPE was much higher than the almost  lethar
+The energy level of HOPE was much higher than the almost  lethar
 gic (but good!) DefCon II.  People move in a great hurry, perhaps 
 to  convey  the  sense of importance to others, or  just  out  of 
 frenetic  hyperactivity.  Hackers hunched over their keyboards  - 
-yet with a sense of urgency and purpose. Quiet yet highly animat
+yet with a sense of urgency and purpose. Quiet yet highly animat
 ed  conversations  in all corners.  HOPE staff  endlessly  pacing 
 throughout  the  event with their walkie-talkies glued  to  their 
 ears.  
@@ -581,7 +581,7 @@ Precinct and a few actually moonlight as sofas.
 So  rather than make a stink, (NY cops hate to make a scene)  the 
 lobby  of the Hotel Filthadelphia was home to the  Coffee  Clutch 
 for  Cops.   About  a  half dozen of  them  made  their  profound 
-presence known by merely spending their day consuming mass  quan
+presence known by merely spending their day consuming mass  quan
 tities  of  questionable  ingestibles, but  that  was  infinitely 
 preferable to hanging out on the 18th floor.  The hackers weren't 
 causing any trouble, the cops knew that, so why push it.  Hackers 
@@ -611,11 +611,11 @@ against the MoD and didn't make a lot of friends in the process.
 
 The  shoving  and shouldering reminded me of  slam  dancing  from 
 decades past, but these kids are too young to have taken part  in 
-the social niceties of deranged high speed propulsion and  revul
+the social niceties of deranged high speed propulsion and  revul
 sion on the dance floor.  So it was a straight out pushing match, 
 which found Erikb doing his bloody best to avoid.  Julio and  pal 
 kept a'coming and Erikb kept avoiding.  It took a dozen of us  to 
-get  in the middle and see that Julio was escorted to the  eleva
+get  in the middle and see that Julio was escorted to the  eleva
 tors.
 
 Julio  said Corrupt, also of the MoD,  was coming down  to  HOPE, 
@@ -642,7 +642,7 @@ phone booths home!"
 
 Fifty or so hacker/phreaks had migrated to the least likely, most 
 anachronistic  location one could imagine.  A handful of  drunken 
-sots leaning over their beers on a stain encrusted wooden  breed
+sots leaning over their beers on a stain encrusted wooden  breed
 ing  ground  for salmonella.  A men's room that hasn't  seen  the 
 fuzzy end of a brush for the best part of a century made  Turkish 
 toilets appear refreshingly clean.  And they serve food here.
@@ -681,15 +681,15 @@ factor:  most  of them give little more than a  tiny  shit  about
 things  they view as being totally outside their control, so  why 
 bother.  Live for today.  
 
-Know they enemy.  Robert hung in with me intermingling and  argu
+Know they enemy.  Robert hung in with me intermingling and  argu
 ing  and  debating  and learning from them,  and  they  from  us.  
 Hackers aren't the enemy - their knowledge is - and they are  not 
 the  exclusive holders of that information.  Information  Warfare 
-is about capabilities, and no matter who possesses that capabili
+is about capabilities, and no matter who possesses that capabili
 ty, there ought to be a corresponding amount respect. 
 
-Indeed,  rather than adversaries, hackers could well become  gov
-ernment allies and national security assets in an intense  inter
+Indeed,  rather than adversaries, hackers could well become  gov
+ernment allies and national security assets in an intense  inter
 national  cyber-conflict.   In the LoD/MoD War  of  1990-91,  one 
 group of hackers did help authorities. Today many hackers  assist 
 professional organizations, governments in the US and overseas  - 
@@ -715,7 +715,7 @@ have to be stopped, now."
 Mortechai Levy (I'll call him Morty) commanded the attention of a 
 couple  dozen  hackers.  Morty was a  good,  emotional,  riveting 
 shouter.  "These cowardly bastards have set up vicious hate  call 
-lines  in  over 50 cities.  The messages advocate  burning  syna
+lines  in  over 50 cities.  The messages advocate  burning  syna
 gogues, killing minorities and other violence.  These phones have 
 to be stopped!"
 
@@ -743,7 +743,7 @@ measure.  Even Ben sauntering over for a group hug did little  to
 defuse the mounting tension.
 
 I  couldn't help but play mediator. Morty was belligerently  loud 
-and being deafeningly intrusive which affected the on-going  ses
+and being deafeningly intrusive which affected the on-going  ses
 sions.  To tone it down some, we nudged Morty and company off  to 
 the  side  and occupied a corner of thread bare  carpet,  leaning 
 against a boorish beige wall that had lost its better epidermis.  
@@ -812,7 +812,7 @@ tracks.
 "Do you really know the Big Poo-bah of Hate?" I asked the  hacker 
 under assault and now under protective custody.
 
-"Yeah," he said candidly.  "He's some dick head who hates  every
+"Yeah," he said candidly.  "He's some dick head who hates  every
 one.  Real jerk."
 
 "So what about you said to Morty over there?"
@@ -831,19 +831,19 @@ the elevators, and the band played on.
 In  my humble 40-something opinion, the best session of HOPE  was 
 the  one  on social engineering.  
 
-The  panel consisted of only Emmanuel, Supernigger (social  engi
+The  panel consisted of only Emmanuel, Supernigger (social  engi
 neer par excellence) and Cheshire Catalyst.  The first bits  were 
 pretty  staid dry conventional conference (ConCon) oriented,  but 
 nonetheless, not the kind of info that you expect to find William 
 H. Murray, Executive Consultant handing out.  
 
-The  best social engineers make friends of their victims.  Remem
+The  best social engineers make friends of their victims.  Remem
 ber: you're playing a role.  Think Remington Steele.
 
 Schmooze!  "Hey,  Jack did you get a load of the blond  on  Stern 
 last night?"
 
-Justifiable anger: "Your department has caused nothing but  head
+Justifiable anger: "Your department has caused nothing but  head
 aches.   These  damn new computers/phones/technology  just  don't 
 work like the old ones.  Now either you help me now or I'm  going 
 all the way to Shellhorn and we'll what he says about these kinds 
@@ -852,7 +852,7 @@ of screwups."  A contrite response is the desired effect.
 Butt  headed bosses: "Hey, my boss is all over my butt,  can  you 
 help me out?"
 
-Management  hatred:  "I'm sitting here at 3PM working while  man
+Management  hatred:  "I'm sitting here at 3PM working while  man
 agement is on their yachts.  Can you tell me . . .?"
 
 Giveaways: "Did you know that so and so is having an affair  with 
@@ -875,7 +875,7 @@ system followed by the pulses to 411.
 "Directory  Assistance," the operator's male voice  was  squeezed 
 into a mere three kilohertz bandwidth.
 
-Suddenly, to the immense pleasure of the audience, an  ear-split
+Suddenly, to the immense pleasure of the audience, an  ear-split
 ting screech a thousand times louder than finger nails on a chalk 
 board not only belched across the sound system but caused instant 
 bleeding  in  the ears of the innocent but now deaf  operator.  .  
@@ -885,7 +885,7 @@ button."
 Three hundred people in unison responded: "It doesn't work."   No 
 shit.
 
-While  Billsf feverishly worked to regain his reputation,  Super
+While  Billsf feverishly worked to regain his reputation,  Super
 nigger  explained  what he was going to do. The  phone  companies 
 have a service, ostensibly for internal use, called a C/NA.  Sort 
 of a reverse directory when you have the number but want to  know 
@@ -923,7 +923,7 @@ how's it going?"  Defuse.
 "I'm  doing a verification and I got systems down.  I  just  need 
 the C/NA.  You got it handy?"  Long pause.
 
-"Sure,  lemme  look. Ah, it's 313.424.0900."  700  notebooks  ap
+"Sure,  lemme  look. Ah, it's 313.424.0900."  700  notebooks  ap
 peared  out  of  nowhere, accompanied by the sound  of  700  pens 
 writing down a now-public phone number.
 
@@ -967,9 +967,9 @@ lens  which can distinguish the color of a  mosquitoes  underwear
 from a kilometer and pointed it in their exact direction.   Their 
 childhood  acne scars appeared the depth of the Marianna  Trench.  
 Click,  and the flash went off into their eyes, which at  such  a 
-short  distance should have caused instant blindness.  But  noth
+short  distance should have caused instant blindness.  But  noth
 ing.  No reaction.  Nada. Cold as ice.  Rather disappointing, but 
-now  we know that almost human looking narc-bots have  been  per
+now  we know that almost human looking narc-bots have  been  per
 fected and are being beta tested at hacker cons. 
 
 Emmanuel Goldstein is very funny.  Maybe that's why Ed Markey and 
@@ -1233,7 +1233,7 @@ again."
 Sprint says they've solved this thorny cumbersome problem with  a 
 service  called  "The Voice Fone Card".   Instead  of  memorizing 
 another  64 digit long PIN, you just speak into the phone:   "Hi, 
-it's me.  Give me dial tone or give me death."  The voice  recog
+it's me.  Give me dial tone or give me death."  The voice  recog
 nition  circuits  masturbate  for a while to  determine  if  it's 
 really you or not.   
 
@@ -1259,7 +1259,7 @@ they  are  perceived  from the so-called outside.   I  think  the
 session  achieved that well, and I understand the videos will  be 
 available soon.  
 
-The question of electronic transvestites on AOL came up to every
+The question of electronic transvestites on AOL came up to every
 one's enjoyment, and all of us on the panel retorted with a  big, 
 "So  what?"  If you have cyber-sex with someone on the  'Net  and 
 enjoy  it,  what the hell's the difference?   Uncomfortable  butt 
@@ -1268,7 +1268,7 @@ feels about male-male sex regardless of distance.
 
 "Imagine,"  I  kinda said, "that is a few years you have  a  body 
 suit  which  not only can duplicate your moves exactly,  but  can 
-touch you in surprisingly private ways when your suit is connect
+touch you in surprisingly private ways when your suit is connect
 ed  to another.  In this VR world, you select the gorgeous  woman 
 of choice to virtually occupy the other suit, and then the two of 
 you  go  for it.  How do you react when you  discover  that  like 
@@ -1299,7 +1299,7 @@ is working so it's not a bad as it could be.  What do you think?"
 I  leaned forward into the microphone and gave the only  possible 
 answer.   "I  dunno.  Next."  The thunderous  round  of  applause 
 which  followed my in-depth response certainly suggested that  my 
-answer was correct.  Not politically, not technically, but  anar
+answer was correct.  Not politically, not technically, but  anar
 chistically. Flexibility counts.
 
 * * * * * 
@@ -1345,7 +1345,7 @@ the MIB's photo ID card the rest of the time.
 
 HOPE  was a lot of fun and I was sorry to see it end, but as  all 
 experiences, there is a certain amount of letdown.  After a great 
-vacation, or summer camp, or a cruise, or maybe even after  Wood
+vacation, or summer camp, or a cruise, or maybe even after  Wood
 stock, a tear welts up.  Now I didn't cry that HOPE was over, but 
 an  intense 48 hours with hackers is definitely not your  average 
 computer  security convention that only rolls from 9AM  to  Happy 
@@ -1371,8 +1371,8 @@ If  only I had known that tornadoes had been dancing up and  down
 5th  avenue  I would have stayed at the Hotel  Filthadelphia  for 
 another night.  
 
-La  Guardia airport was closed.  Flights were up to 6  hours  de
-layed if not out and out canceled.  Thousands of stranded travel
+La  Guardia airport was closed.  Flights were up to 6  hours  de
+layed if not out and out canceled.  Thousands of stranded travel
 ers hunkered down for the night.  If only I had known.  
 
 Wait, wait. Hours to wait.  And then, finally, a plane ready  and 
@@ -1385,12 +1385,12 @@ me up at the airport somewhere in the vicinity of 1AM.
 "Not  too  late are you dear?"  Sweet Southern  Sarcasm  from  my 
 Sweet Southern Wife.  
 
-"Don't  blame me," I said in all seriousness.  "It was the  hack
+"Don't  blame me," I said in all seriousness.  "It was the  hack
 ers.  They caused the whole thing."
 
 * * * * * 
 
-Notice: This article is free, and the author encourages responsi
+Notice: This article is free, and the author encourages responsi
 ble  widespread electronic distribution of the document in  full, 
 not  piecemeal.  No fees may be charged for its use.    For  hard 
 copy print rights, please contact the author and I'll make you an 
@@ -1399,16 +1399,16 @@ the contents and the term Cyber-Christ.
 
 Winn is the author of "Terminal Compromise",  a  novel  detailing 
 a  fictionalized account of a computer war waged on   the  United 
-States.   After selling well as a book-store-book, Terminal  Com
+States.   After selling well as a book-store-book, Terminal  Com
 promise  was placed on the Global Network as the  world's   first 
 Novel-on-the-Net Shareware and has become an underground classic.  
 (Gopher TERMCOMP.ZIP)  
 
 His  new  non-fiction book, "Information Warfare:  Chaos  on  the 
-Electronic  Superhighway" is  a compelling, non-technical  analy
+Electronic  Superhighway" is  a compelling, non-technical  analy
 sis   of personal privacy, economic and industrial espionage  and 
 national  security.   He calls for the creation  of   a  National 
-Information Policy,  a  Constitution  in Cyberspace and an  Elec
+Information Policy,  a  Constitution  in Cyberspace and an  Elec
 tronic Bill of Rights.
 
 He   may  be reached at INTER.PACT,  11511  Pine  St.,  Seminole, 

phrack/issue46/25.txt

@@ -306,4 +306,4 @@ tAdFcnVkaXRl
 =Nx+g
 -----END PGP PUBLIC KEY BLOCK-----
 
-erudite (armitage@dhp.com) (armitage on irc)
+erudite (armitage@dhp.com) (armitage on irc)

phrack/issue46/26.txt

@@ -915,4 +915,4 @@ ferr    db 'WARNING: Problem with one of the files.',10,13
 ;------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 
 eof     db 0
- end start
+ end start

phrack/issue47/15.txt

@@ -226,4 +226,4 @@ You can leave me comments, suggestions or threats at my VMB
 
 -substance
 
-[EOF]
+[EOF]

phrack/issue47/20.txt

@@ -129,21 +129,21 @@ by group, these files advertise for a crack house, or a distribution house.
     ----  Example *.nfo files (names changed to protect the defendants)
 
 
-                     Ŀ
-               ͵ Xxxxxx Xxxxxxx of Xxxxxxx Presents 
+                     L
+               , Xxxxxx Xxxxxxx of Xxxxxxx Presents 
                      
 
- Ϳ
+ 
  Date:      Oct 09, 93 
- Ϳ
+ 
  Software:  Sourcer 5.10 *REGISTERED 100%*         
- Ĵ
+ J
  Publisher: ????                                   
- Ĵ
+ J
  Member:    SoNiC (R) -AV                          
  
 
- Ŀ
+ L
   Sorry... but now it's really REGISTERED...                                
                                                                             
   1st. Entpack the original SOURCER-Files                                   
@@ -152,16 +152,16 @@ by group, these files advertise for a crack house, or a distribution house.
                                                                             
  
 
- Ŀ
+ L
   -=* Xxxxxx Xxxxxxx of Xxxxxxx *=-                                         
- Ĵ
+ J
   Members:   xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx   
              xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx     
              xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx                                              
- Ĵ
+ J
   Courier:   xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx   
              xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx                 
- Ĵ
+ J
   xxxxxxxxxxxxx         ...-...-....   Xxx Xxxxxx      6 Nodes   World   HQ 
   xxxxxxxxxxxxx         ...-...-....   Xxx Xxxxxxxx    9 Nodes   Europe  HQ 
   xxxxxxxxxxx           ...-...-....   Xxx Xxxxxxx     2 Nodes   West    HQ 
@@ -169,7 +169,7 @@ by group, these files advertise for a crack house, or a distribution house.
   xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ...-...-....   Xxxxx           3 Nodes   Dist Site  
   xxxxxxxxxxxx          ...-...-....   Xxxxxxxx        4 Nodes   Dist Site  
   xxxxxxxxxxxxxx        818-xxx-xxxx   Xxxxxxxxx       1 Node    Dist Site  
- Ĵ
+ J
         If you want to contact us call one of these fine BBS and leave      
                       a mail to The Xxxxxxxx or Xxxxxxxxxx                  
  

phrack/issue47/21.txt

@@ -461,14 +461,14 @@ Some pretty numbers:
 ---------------------------------- CAPTURE -------------------------------------
 
                   OFFICIAL USE ONLY  
-          ͻ
+          
                                  FAMNET (sm)                     
                       
                                   AFAS HQ                        
                                     and                          
                                   AF FSCs                        
                       
-          ͼ
+          
 
 This system is for the use of authorized users ONLY. Individuals using this
 computer system without authority, or in access of their authority, are subject

phrack/issue47/3.txt

@@ -1743,4 +1743,4 @@ last resort email address.
 ciao
                                              ---Captain Hook
 
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+------------------------------------------------------------------------------

phrack/issue47/6.txt

@@ -308,7 +308,7 @@ Login password>
 
 Meridian Mail (Northern Telecom Phone/Voice Mail System)
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-                            MMM       MMMERIDIAN
+                            MMM       MMMERIDIAN
                            MMMMM     MMMMM
                          MMMMMM   MMMMMM
                         MMM  MMMMM  MMM     MMMMM     MMMMM
@@ -327,14 +327,14 @@ Meridian Mail (Northern Telecom Phone/Voice Mail System)
 
 Novell ONLAN
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~
-
N
+N
 
 [To access the systems it is best to own a copy of ONLAN/PC]
 
 
 PC-Anywhere
 ~~~~~~~~~~~
-
P
+P
 
 [To access the systems it is best to own a copy of PCAnywhere Remote]
 

phrack/issue48/3.txt

@@ -854,27 +854,27 @@ of laboratory grade [I use regular muriatic acid for pools].
 
 Figure 1:
                    \     /
-                  \   /ķ
-                 ֽ        ӷ   <--125 mL separatory funnel
+                  \   /k
+                            <--125 mL separatory funnel
                            
                            
-                 ӷ        ֽ
-                  ķ    Ľ        glass tubing Ŀ
-                    ӷ  ֽ                        
-                                ͻ
-           stopcock->ۺĴ                     Salt and Hydrochloric acid
-stopper ->ķ     \/з      ķ <-1 hole    mixed into a paste by add-
-          ĺ               ĺ    stopper  ing HCL to salt and mixing.
-      Ľ   Ľ    Ľ  ķ         The surface should be rough
-     ֽ                                ӷ        and a good number of holes
+                         
+                  k    L        glass tubing L
+                                              
+                                
+           stopcock->ShJ                     Salt and Hydrochloric acid
+stopper ->k     \/z      k <-1 hole    mixed into a paste by add-
+          l               l    stopper  ing HCL to salt and mixing.
+      L   L    L  k         The surface should be rough
+                                             and a good number of holes
                                                 should be poked into the
             1000 mL, 3 neck flask               paste for long lasting
                                                 generation of HCl gas.
-     ӷ   acid/salt level   ֽ        
-      ķ                             Ľ         
-        ķ                       Ľ           
-           ķ         Ľ              
-                  Ľ                     
+        acid/salt level           
+      k                             L         
+        k                       L           
+           k         L              
+                  L                     
 
 
     Some concentrated sulfuric acid (96-98%) is put into the sep funnel
@@ -918,18 +918,18 @@ poured over the top of the filter cake.
 
 
 Figure 2:
-                              Ŀ
+                              L
                                           <-Bchner Funnel
                               ___________
                               \           /
                                 \       /
                                   \   /
-                                 Ŀ
+                                 L
                                         <--To vacuum
-                                     Ŀ
+                                     L
                                          
                                          
-                                       Ŀ
+                                       L
               Filtering                    
                   flask-->                
                                             

phrack/issue50/6.txt

@@ -378,7 +378,7 @@ patent must be licensed for everyone's free use or not licensed at all.
 
   The precise terms and conditions for copying, distribution and
 modification follow.
-
+
 		    GNU GENERAL PUBLIC LICENSE
    TERMS AND CONDITIONS FOR COPYING, DISTRIBUTION AND MODIFICATION
 
@@ -433,7 +433,7 @@ above, provided that you also meet all of these conditions:
     License.  (Exception: if the Program itself is interactive but
     does not normally print such an announcement, your work based on
     the Program is not required to print an announcement.)
-
+
 These requirements apply to the modified work as a whole.  If
 identifiable sections of that work are not derived from the Program,
 and can be reasonably considered independent and separate works in
@@ -491,7 +491,7 @@ access to copy from a designated place, then offering equivalent
 access to copy the source code from the same place counts as
 distribution of the source code, even though third parties are not
 compelled to copy the source along with the object code.
-
+
   4. You may not copy, modify, sublicense, or distribute the Program
 except as expressly provided under this License.  Any attempt
 otherwise to copy, modify, sublicense or distribute the Program is
@@ -548,7 +548,7 @@ impose that choice.
 
 This section is intended to make thoroughly clear what is believed to
 be a consequence of the rest of this License.
-
+
   8. If the distribution and/or use of the Program is restricted in
 certain countries either by patents or by copyrighted interfaces, the
 original copyright holder who places the Program under this License
@@ -601,7 +601,7 @@ PROGRAMS), EVEN IF SUCH HOLDER OR OTHER PARTY HAS BEEN ADVISED OF THE
 POSSIBILITY OF SUCH DAMAGES.
 
 		     END OF TERMS AND CONDITIONS
-
+
 	Appendix: How to Apply These Terms to Your New Programs
 
   If you develop a new program, and you want it to be of the greatest

phrack/issue52/3.txt

@@ -1276,7 +1276,7 @@ if(argc <5){
             printf(" N: None attack \n\n");
             printf(" [ID_START]            \n");
             printf(" ID_START: id start :> \n\n");
-            printf(" [ID_STOP]             n");
+            printf(" [ID_STOP]             n");
             printf(" ID_STOP : id stop :>  \n\n");
             printf(" PORT START,PORT STOP: send the spoof to the portstart at portstop\n\n");
             printf("\033[01mADMkillDNS %s (c) ADM\033[0m , Heike \n",VERSION);

phrack/issue55/15.txt

@@ -169,12 +169,12 @@ the middle of these ASCII strings.
 004439CD                 align 4
 004439D0 aEtrn           db 'ETRN',0
 004439D5                 align 4
-004439D8 aQuit           db 'QUIT',0             ; DATA XREF: sub_403970+280o
-004439D8                                         ; .data:00448A60o
+004439D8 aQuit           db 'QUIT',0             ; DATA XREF: sub_403970+280o
+004439D8                                         ; .data:00448A60o
 004439DD                 align 4
 004439E0 aHelp_0         db 'HELP',0
 004439E5                 align 4
-004439E8 aTurn           db 'TURN',0             ; DATA XREF: sub_403970+F0o
+004439E8 aTurn           db 'TURN',0             ; DATA XREF: sub_403970+F0o
 004439ED                 align 4
 004439F0 aExpn           db 'EXPN',0    
 
@@ -188,8 +188,8 @@ another search.. this time entering the dword offset to the left of EXPN
 And we land in the middle of this mess:
 
 
-004436F8 dword_4436F8    dd 443A98h              ; DATA XREF: sub_404390+24r
-004436F8                                         ; sub_404390+34o
+004436F8 dword_4436F8    dd 443A98h              ; DATA XREF: sub_404390+24r
+004436F8                                         ; sub_404390+34o
 004436FC                 db    3 ;  
 004436FD                 db    0 ;  
 004436FE                 db    0 ;  
@@ -239,15 +239,15 @@ should note down our value after the pointer to "EXPN" : 004439f0h, 00000019h.
 Scroll up and at the top of the table you see:
 
 
-004436F8 dword_4436F8    dd 443A98h              ; DATA XREF: sub_404390+24r
-004436F8                                         ; sub_404390+34o
+004436F8 dword_4436F8    dd 443A98h              ; DATA XREF: sub_404390+24r
+004436F8                                         ; sub_404390+34o
 
 
 You can see to the right where the table is referenced, so click on the
 subroutine and we'll land straight into the call.
 
 
-004043B4 loc_4043B4:                             ; CODE XREF: sub_404390+11j
+004043B4 loc_4043B4:                             ; CODE XREF: sub_404390+11j
 004043B4                 mov     ecx, dword_4436F8
 004043BA                 test    ecx, ecx
 004043BC                 jz      short loc_4043F3 
@@ -259,7 +259,7 @@ Our table loaded at esi, ebp contains the address of lstrlenA.
 
 
 004043C9 
-004043C9 loc_4043C9:                             ; CODE XREF: sub_404390+61j
+004043C9 loc_4043C9:                             ; CODE XREF: sub_404390+61j
 004043C9                 test    eax, eax
 004043CB                 jnz     short loc_4043F3
 004043CD                 mov     eax, [esi]
@@ -302,7 +302,7 @@ loaded with the value that followed our pointer.
 
 
 004043E9 
-004043E9 loc_4043E9:                             ; CODE XREF: sub_404390+51j
+004043E9 loc_4043E9:                             ; CODE XREF: sub_404390+51j
 004043E9                 mov     ecx, [esi+8]
 004043EC                 add     esi, 8
 004043EF                 test    ecx, ecx
@@ -311,8 +311,8 @@ loaded with the value that followed our pointer.
 loop :)
 
 004043F3 
-004043F3 loc_4043F3:                             ; CODE XREF: sub_404390+18j
-004043F3                                         ; sub_404390+2Cj ...
+004043F3 loc_4043F3:                             ; CODE XREF: sub_404390+18j
+004043F3                                         ; sub_404390+2Cj ...
 004043F3                 mov     eax, edi       
 004043F5                 pop     edi
 004043F6                 pop     esi
@@ -350,8 +350,8 @@ Note: I'm not taking advantage of some of the GREAT features IDA possesses
 reversing journey.
 
 
-00404850 sub_404850      proc near               ; CODE XREF: sub_405330+73p
-00404850                                         ; sub_405560+73p ...
+00404850 sub_404850      proc near               ; CODE XREF: sub_405330+73p
+00404850                                         ; sub_405560+73p ...
 00404850 
 00404850 var_270         = byte ptr -270h
 00404850 var_26C         = dword ptr -26Ch
@@ -392,7 +392,7 @@ us, so we'll follow the jump.
 
 
 004048E9 
-004048E9 loc_4048E9:                             ; CODE XREF: sub_404850+13j
+004048E9 loc_4048E9:                             ; CODE XREF: sub_404850+13j
 004048E9                 cmp     ecx, 17h
 004048EC                 jnz     short loc_40495A
 004048EE                 mov     ecx, [esp+27Ch+arg_10]
@@ -411,7 +411,7 @@ A comparison to 17h, again.. not us, so we continue to follow the jumps until
 we reach...
 
 
-00404B7F loc_404B7F:                             ; CODE XREF: sub_404850+1C0j
+00404B7F loc_404B7F:                             ; CODE XREF: sub_404850+1C0j
 00404B7F                 cmp     ecx, 19h
 00404B82                 jnz     loc_404D7F
 00404B88                 mov     eax, dword_457354
@@ -433,8 +433,8 @@ rename the useful stack variable upon entering the next call.
 i.e.: edi = arg_0 = our_input
 
 
-004365A0 sub_4365A0      proc near               ; CODE XREF: sub_4029D0+92p
-004365A0                                         ; sub_4029D0+107p ...
+004365A0 sub_4365A0      proc near               ; CODE XREF: sub_4029D0+92p
+004365A0                                         ; sub_4029D0+107p ...
 004365A0 
 004365A0 var_12C         = byte ptr -12Ch
 004365A0 var_12B         = byte ptr -12Bh
@@ -463,8 +463,8 @@ to the goods.
 Ok, I admit it. I peeked.
 
 
-004364A0 sub_4364A0      proc near               ; CODE XREF: sub_436470+1Bp
-004364A0                                         ; sub_4365A0+24p ...
+004364A0 sub_4364A0      proc near               ; CODE XREF: sub_436470+1Bp
+004364A0                                         ; sub_4365A0+24p ...
 004364A0 
 004364A0 var_98          = byte ptr -98h
 004364A0 var_8C          = byte ptr -8Ch

phrack/issue55/3.txt

@@ -731,7 +731,7 @@ calls.
 
 
 PHREAK'EM ALL!!!
-
+
              
 0x05>------------------------------------------------------------------------
 

phrack/issue55/5.txt

@@ -557,7 +557,7 @@ The function & patches:
 8019A0E6
 8019A0E6		 public	SeAccessCheck
 8019A0E6 SeAccessCheck	 proc near
-8019A0E6					 ; sub_80133D06+B0p ...
+8019A0E6					 ; sub_80133D06+B0p ...
 8019A0E6
 8019A0E6 arg_0		 = dword ptr  8		 ; appears to point to a
 						 ; Security Descriptor
@@ -971,7 +971,7 @@ here.  I will try to patch this routine.
 80199B4B ;
 ===========================================================================
 80199B4B
-80199B4B loc_80199B4B:				 ; CODE	XREF: sub_80199836+2E0j
+80199B4B loc_80199B4B:				 ; CODE	XREF: sub_80199836+2E0j
 80199B4B		 cmp	 al, 1			; check for DENIED type
 80199B4D		 jnz	 short loc_80199B64
 80199B4F		 lea	 eax, [esi+8]		; offset 8 is the SID

phrack/issue56/5.txt

@@ -682,7 +682,7 @@ Po raz kolejny chcialbym zaznaczyc, ze jestem tylko zwyczajnym Lam3rem.
 people I've been drinking with - because i've been drinking with you :)
 people I'd like to drink with  - because i will drink with you :) 
 people smarter than me         - because you're better than I am
-ʣӯ1/4               - for being wonderful iso-8859-2 characters
+dzu1/4               - for being wonderful iso-8859-2 characters
 Lam3rz                         - alt.pe0p1e.with.sp311ing.pr0b1emZ :)
 koralik                        - ... just because