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Farewell summer!

The cold snap came on and I think it's settled in firmly to stay; it was getting cooler slowly but then on Monday it was just suddenly OH HAI, REMEMBER ME? I COME FROM CANADA. TURN YOUR AIR CONDITIONERS OFF!

There's some winterproofing to be done in various parts of the flat, but nothing major; in all it's pretty snug, especially since I tend to prefer lower temperatures anyway. Otherwise I'm pleased. No more large roaches for at least a week and a half now; I'm still finding baby roaches in one corner of the kitchen but that corner is covered in boric acid, so I guess I just keep squashing them as I see them. They seem to leave the food alone, but they really like to hang out under my shoes. I'm going to try Dad Lucky's suggestion of a plate of beer ringed with boric acid, apparently roaches love alcohol.

My shopping list is hilarious. Clingiflm, popcorn, caulk, electrical tape, a power strip, and beer. I'm building the most awesome robot EVER.

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Raise your hand if you've ever been put on hold by a nun!

*raises hand*

I've spent the past half hour on the phone with a Catholic organisation of some kind, trying to figure out why they sent us a check for $35. So far I have spoken with four different nuns. Two of them have put me on hold. I am writing this while on hold with a nun. Although five minutes ago I was reading slash fanfiction while on hold with a nun. I like to think that I'm subverting organised religion in my own special, harmless, karmic kind of way.

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Copperbadge on livejournal has just been hacked. Please post letting people know to ignore the post that was just made about lyrics. I don't know what's going on but LJ won't let me login -- IP's been temporarily banned. Thanks guys.

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Ahahaha, oh lordy.

Sorry, those of you who read this just for the fic. LJ now believes that I never used the copperbadge email address with the copperbadge livejournal account, so I can't get a new password and can't login using the old ones. I've put a support complaint into LJ but there's not much I can do. I am not receiving comments notifications from copperbadge, though I will try to keep up with those on recent posts.

I suggest you ignore all posts from Copperbadge until I give the all-clear. If it starts spamming you, feel free to de-friend. Updates on these journals (GJ, IJ, JF, and sam_storyteller) as I get 'em. If you know someone who regularly reads copperbadge, you may want to let them know.

As Junie says, these are very boring hackers and I am hoping they will not fuck around with the journal any further.

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OKAY. So. Here's what's going down.

Copperbadge was hacked. There's only one post there and it's a link to a site apparently in Russian. As far as I know, no damage will come from clicking the link but if you have I would run viruscheck and if you haven't, please don't. They don't need more hits.

Clearly, this is what I get for subverting nuns. ONLY I COULD BE HACKED BY POETS, guys. :D

My password has been changed (possibly, uh, by me in those first confused minutes) and I cannot request a new password change because my email address has been changed as well. It's a very neat, almost sublime hack; as annoyed as I am, I can admire the purity of it.

Anyway, I have put in two service requests with LJ, but they don't have a phone number to call (quite wise of them) and looking at the queue there are about 130 other service requests (not for hackage, just in general) so it could be a while before Copperbadge is back up. Thanks for your patience; I'm going to continue to use sam_storyteller as well as the other journals (GJ, IJ, JF) until it is. If you're only at storyteller for the fic, please feel free to defriend, no harm done.

I am, yes, unhappy about this, but LJ can't be perfect and I'm sure they're doing the best they can to get the problem resolved, or will be once they see that it exists. Please don't complain to abuse; I've done that already.

The most hilarious irony of this is that I'm in the midst of completing a fanfic in which Ianto wakes up to find four years of his life missing. :D Fortunately, the very last thing I did before the hackage was download all four chapters -- in privatelocked posts on Copperbadge -- to an RTF file to send to a beta.

On the plus side, hey, my Ikea stuff came today. BUILD MOAR. So I will be alternating between LJ and Ikea's hilarious assembly cartoons this evening.

Thanks for your patience, guys.

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I haven't really started on the Ikea stuff. *stares at it* I just kind of keep wandering around. I come to the computer, sit and stare at some writing, refresh the abuse report, walk away. I made myself the ultimate comfort food, beans on toast, and then ate about half of a slice.

It's actually really absurd. It's only a journal. But it is a five-year account of my life -- my memories of Boston and Philadelphia, the Dead Year, the day I got my MA, the mock oral-defence I did with you guys, the one-word meme, the drabblefests, the first poll post about Stealing Harry, all my process thoughts about Sweet Home and Cartographer's Craft. A lot of the earlier stuff I was a bit ashamed of, but I never locked it because it was still a record of who I was and who I was becoming.

And also I feel like a bunch of people on userpicks think I'm an asshole for posting a spam right now.

So, anyway, it's really hard to wait on the LJ Abuse team to do something, but there's not much other choice.

Storyteller's intact, which is something, and when all's said and done Mike always taught me that the craft and not the artist is the important thing. Jack and Ellis I have a backup of. Besides, for the past year I've been multi-posting to a bunch of other journals as well, so there's an archive of at least the recent posts.

It's all still very invasive, though, and it's embarrassing that it is so. Rather like having a bicycle stolen; on the one hand it's just a goddamned bike, but on the other hand it's something of yours that someone else just took.

The hell of it is, it's, you know, poetry. If they wanted the hits that bad they could have asked me to pimp it and I probably would have.

So, I'm going to do what I would have done when I was twenty-three, and get drunk.

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I am convinced that this was taken right before Gareth David-Lloyd pegged the photographer in the head with a prop mobile phone.

IANTO JONES DISAPPROVES OF HACKERS.