I wish I could accurately describe the feeling of dread that follows your site getting hacked. Most of you non-bloggers probably don’t understand. I don’t expect you to. But I’ll tell you, when I conducted my daily ritual of checking my site this morning to both read my own words and lament the lack of comments (such a grand tradition), and saw the hacker’s message, I was crushed.
In all seriousness and lack of hyperbole: crushed. Imagine being in the midst of a novel, and walking into your office to see the pages blowing out the window, and you have to stand there helplessly and watch it all happen. That’s the best I can describe it. I figured I’d be able to regain control of the site eventually, but wasn’t sure if I’d be able to recover the lost files. Envisioned them flying out the window, lost in cyberspace forever. Am I being dramatic? Probably. But I’ll admit: those files, for all their mistakes and hacky jokes and lame ideas, are everything to me.
I’ll soon return you to the regularly scheduled programming of juvenile nonsense, but I wanted to take a brief reprive to provide an update, to explain the experience, and, mostly, to exhale.