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This thread reminded me of something that happened to me many years ago, but the story is so wildly off topic that I thought I'd start my own thread.
About 10 years ago, my friend, we'll call him "Midge", had just plea-bargained his way out of a credit card fraud charge connected somehow with the big hacker crackdown in NYC -- I never got all the details, but "Midge" was only a fringe guy. He called me and asked me over to his house to meet Will Wheaton, who he had met through his nefarious hacker friends but had never really hung out with. So we knocked around St. Marks Place with Wheaton, who
A) was a mouth breather;
B) had small, mushy, "Lubriderm" hands. You know what I'm talking about;
C) was inordinately proud of having uncovered cheats for some PC golf game and;
D) kept trying to get "Midge" to help him distribute the cheats to his ("Midge"'s) "hacker friends". You know, the ones "Midge" had just either ratted out or gotten ratted on by. So they would think he (Will) was cool.
We started treating Will like Napolean in Bill & Ted's Excellect Adventure and he just wouldn't take the hint. He was a total asshole and that's my story. |
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