so THAT'S why I couldn't get on live journal yesterday

Report: Attackers took down Twitter to silence one person

Fri Aug 7, 2009 9:50AM EDT

New and disturbing details about Thursday's worldwide Twitter outage point to a single, coordinated attack targeting just one person: an outspoken Georgian blogger who goes by the handle "Cyxymu." Also affected: millions of other Twitter users.

According to CNET, which got its information from a Facebook security executive, it appears that Cyxymu's Twitter, Facebook, LiveJournal, and Blogger accounts were attacked simultaneously in a massive denial-of-service attack. Facebook, LiveJournal and Blogger were able to ward off the attack for the most part, but the assault brought Twitter to its knees for much of Thursday.

The culprits still haven't been identified, CNET reported, although an Internet traffic expert quoted by the New York Times said the attack came from Abkhazia, a territory along the eastern coast of the Black Sea that's in dispute between Russia and the Republic of Georgia.

And why was Cyxymu—a pro-Georgian blogger who "has long been viewed as an antagonist by some Russian supporters," according to The Register—targeted? "To keep his voice from being heard," the Facebook exec told CNET.

Here's what I find so chilling about yesterday's Twitter attack: that these guys, whoever they are, apparently thought nothing of taking down an entire communications network because they didn't like what one person was saying.

Imagine if someone didn't like what you were saying, and decided to shut you up by nuking your ISP, or your wireless carrier. Or heck, the entire phone system. All for you.

Personally, I can survive a morning without telling my legion of followers (all couple hundred of them) that I could really, really use a cup of coffee right now. (Although I know you're all dying to hear about that, right?)

I'm far more disturbed by (as the Facebook exec told CNET) "the disregard for the rest of the users and the Internet" displayed by these brazen thugs and their crude, indiscriminant attacks.


introducing Baby Raz 2!

Here are pictures from my 12-week ultrasound:

This shows head and body, as labeled.

Laying on back, showing profile. Which this wiggly baby did not want to do. It kept waving and covering its face!

This will be cross-posted to Facebook later today - can't do from work. :(

a tale of three chickens


This weekend we had a short visit from Andy's cousin, Ashley, who is up from Arkansas visiting family during her spring break. C Raz was so excited to have a guest and really enjoyed her company. After some stumbling around about what to do, we finally decided to go up to Frankenmuth for lunch and a little shopping. Because who doesn't like chicky, tatoes and those noodles! Yum.

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This past Saturday, we took C Raz bowling for the first time. He's played Wii bowling several times, and when he heard that Daddy had gone bowling for real Friday night, he wanted to do it too. Because of the bumpers, he calls it "bumpin bowling." I was impressed with how easily he lifted and toted the 4 lb ball....but man, does it go down the aisle ssslllloooooooowwwwwllllyyy. He's man enough to handle a pink ball, but next time I think we'll go for the 5-pounder. He was bound and determined to do it himself.

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chef raz

it's a number one hit song in my book, anyway

A couple of weeks ago, C Raz came with me to Praise Team practice. He enjoyed dancing around and checking out the different instruments. Our drummer, Jeff, was kind enough to let him sit at his drumset and play for a little while. Little drummer boy was thrilled. Ever since, strange configurations of toys, furniture and other things have mysteriously arranged themselves into drumsets around the house.

Here he had been indulging in a different pastime and had asked to put on his Chef Halloween costume. However, somewhere along the way, his two wooden chopping knives became drumsticks....

He has even made a up a song or two that he sings while he drums. My favorite consists of the words "Mommy's a princess, Mommy's a princess." Who am I to argue?