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When I mouthed off about yet another customer misconception the other day -- an understandable misconception, but technically naive -- my entire department and I would like to know how in Sam Hill an SSL Certificate can protect you from a DDoS attack -- the Cranky Old Geek got a kind of light in his eye and asked me if I was a hacker.

I stopped talking, puzzled.

"Oh, come on, you're totally a hacker," the Cranky Old Geek said enthusiastically. "You can tell us. What have you hacked?"

I was torn between feeling flattered and lecturing on the differences between hacking and cracking. I settled for relating the tale of how I figured out how to duplicate a stealth bastard freaky in the domain registration cleaning process. That settled things, and the day continued.

Hacker. Hacker?!
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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