An hour or so before our fevered leaving for a one-week trip to Vietnam, my Dreamhost account was hacked[1. I haven’t investigated further yet, so I could be wrong about what exactly got hacked. I’ll learn more soon I hope — just so busy at the moment…]. Instead of typing “bartkowalski.com” and getting bartkowalski.com, you were directed to some Electronic Cigarette product website.
I don’t know for how long this was happening but I noticed it 45 minutes before we left for the airport. And it was really stressful for some reason. I know I’m not the most widely read blogger (hi Maa!) but with the stress of finalising Visas for Vietnam an hour before we left for the country, it was one thing I didn’t want to deal with.
Enter stage right: SuperHighFives
@SuperHighFives, aka Charlie Gleason; a person I slightly remember meeting for about 20 minutes, once, while under the influence of the hot sauce: he came in and out of the bar rather quickly, then was gone (I think). Like a ninja (I think). And yet, despite this brief encounter, SuperHighFives went out of his way, on a Friday evening, while at the pub with his super nerdy and probably good-looking mates[2. This is how I pictured it anyways :)], to help remedy my faux-life-or-death weblog catastrophe.
From my first tweet until everything was ok again was something like 45 minutes! Tweets back and forth between SHF and myself asking and answering questions, containing nuggets like:
…your DNS records are definitely pointing to a different IP address than the spammers.
…they have put a 301 moved permanently redirect in there somewhere.
At least then I can fix it if you have to leave for the airport.
That last one was particularly pleasing. Most of the other stuff was a bit static-y, and by static-y I mean, stuff gets a bit white noisy when supernerds get into the details.
I’m writing this post as a public world-wide (hi Maa!) thank you to @SuperHighFives. A nice, nice man who took some time out of a busy Friday night drinking session to help a semi-stranger in need. (Now that I think about it, maybe he fixed everything while hammered — respect.)
I owe you three pints.