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Field notes from the terminal. Hacker logs, terminal notes, and whatever I'm learning this week.

[ 1998-02-15 23:47 ]

Entry #004 — What is "ethical hacking" anyway?

So you wanna be a hacker. Cool. First thing: not all hacking is breaking into your school's network to change grades. Real talk—ethical hacking is about finding the cracks before the bad guys do. Permission, scope, and reporting. Get it in writing. Learn the rules, then learn how systems break. The goal is making things more secure, not showing off. That's the underground code.

[ 1998-02-12 01:22 ]

Entry #003 — Security tools I'm messing with

Nmap for port scanning. Wireshark (well, it was Ethereal back in the day) for watching packets. John the Ripper for password stuff—educational only, obviously. Metasploit didn't exist yet but the idea's the same: know your tools, know what they do, and never point them at anything you don't own or have permission to test. My lab is a bunch of old machines in the basement. It's enough.

[ 1998-02-08 19:33 ]

Entry #002 — Networking fundamentals (the boring stuff that matters)

TCP/IP. Subnet masks. OSI model. Yeah it's dry but you can't hack what you don't understand. Spent the weekend drawing network diagrams on graph paper. How does a packet get from A to B? What's a router actually doing? Once you get it, everything else starts to make sense. The internet is just a bunch of machines agreeing on rules. Break the rules, find the fun.

[ 1998-02-03 22:11 ]

Entry #001 — CTF writeup: my first capture the flag

Did a small local CTF with some folks from a BBS. Nothing fancy—basic crypto, a simple buffer overflow tutorial, and some web stuff. The rush of getting that first flag? Unreal. It's like a puzzle where the pieces are scattered across the whole system. Log says: keep practicing. Next goal is a real CTF online. Gotta level up.

[ 1998-01-28 20:00 ]

Entry #000 — Internet culture & old tech nostalgia

Sometimes I miss the sound of a modem handshake. 56k screaming into the void. BBS boards, IRC channels where everyone had a handle, Geocities pages that took 10 minutes to load. The web felt smaller. Weirder. More personal. Now everything's polished and corporate. This site? It's my little time capsule. Built like it's 1998. Because some days I wish it still was.

More logs coming soon. Stay tuned. Stay curious.