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Where is lengthy Afterburner when we need him?

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Dec 11, 2007, 8:41:52 PM12/11/07
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15.30.107.82:2036 open socks4 proxy was used on 20 November for a
Hipcrime attack on nanae. And I got the port number by Googling so it
must have been open and was probably abused before that date.

It was used late North American Monday for a Hipcrime attack on
24hoursupport.helpdesk and the same open proxy was still there Tuesday
at 11:17 GMT.

At one time, RCN (formerly Erols) had the famous Afterburner on its
abuse desk. Now, it seems to have Dave Null.

Remember - go to RCN for your net-abuse needs. You put up a phishing
page? It will still be up on Valentine Day. You can get Giganews with
only IP authentication through RCN.

--
so far as he had
time to remember it, he was not troubled by the fact that every word he
murmured into the speakwrite, every stroke of his ink-pencil, was a
deliberate lie. He was as anxious as anyone else in the Department that the
forgery should be perfect. On the morning of the sixth day the dribble of
cylinders slowed down. For as much as half an hour nothing came out of the
tube; then one more cylinder, then nothing. Everywhere at about the same
time the work was easing off. A deep and as it were secret sigh went
through the Department. A mighty deed, which could never be mentioned, had
been achieved. It was now impossible for any human being to prove by
documentary evidence that the war with Eurasia had ever happened. At twelve
hundred it was unexpectedly announced that all workers in the Ministry were
free till tomorrow morning. Winston, still carrying the brief-case
containing the book, which had remained between his feet while he worked
and under his body while he slept, went home, shaved himself, and almost
fell asleep in his bath, although the water was barely more than tepid.
With a sort of voluptuous creaking in his joints he climbed the stair
above Mr. Charrington's shop. He was tired, but not sleepy any longer. He
opened the window, lit the dirty little oilstove and put on a pan of water
for coffee. Julia would arrive presently: meanwhile there was the book. He
sat down in the sluttish armchair and undid the straps of the brief-case.
A heavy black vo


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