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OK, so admittedly, I found the ongoing investigation into the Paris Hilton hack interesting for a minute. It's pretty much the nastiest hack of all time. Think for a minute about how many people have been affected by this one hack? All those celebrities (and non-celebrities) have to change their phone numbers and feed their numbers back out to people whom they actually know one by one. If anyone had a big deal going down on Monday of any kind, well that shit just got put on hold. Why? Well, they had to change their phone number. Duh.

Of course, if you're an a-list celeb and you are tired of everyone blowing up your phone all the time, what easier way to have an excuse for changing your number and not giving it out ever again than this? Blame it on Paris Hilton, then never give her your number again.

The ongoing coverage of this saga over at Gawker is fascinating. I'm not going to post any mirrored links, if you want them someone at some other blog already has them. I don't want to be party to further invading her privacy. She's never been anything but nice to me as far as I can remember.

People are talking about how Paris concocted this as a way to draw attention to yourself. Are you kidding me? Please, I don't think so. You give a busy woman like Paris Hilton too much credit for concocting a stunt that will single-handedly slow down the lives of everyone she knows.

Think about what would happen if every celebrity suddenly stopped using the T-Mobile service altogether as a result of this. Think about the publicity that will garner when celebrities by the dozens start turning in their Sidekicks because they finally realize that it automatically backs up your phonebook to the internet unless you tell it not to -- which means, of course, this shit can happen again. Unless, of course, T-Mobile does something about it. Who knows whether or not they will?

There has been lots of talk on the net for months about exploiting the T-Mobile service. But I also have to think to myself: what if Paris just had her password for her Sidekick set to something stupidly simple? Like the name of her dog, Tinkerbell? I mean, if I wanted to hack someone's life and it was that easy to do it, how oblivious to your own celebrity can you be?

While they're looking for answers to this whole conspiracy, I make this note to you celebrities out there reading my blog: get some fucking tech skills or hire someone who has some. If you don't want to be tech savvy, that's fine. Just don't go crying to the world when something like this happens, okay?

If you don't feel like using a fancy encryption method to create passwords, just learn how to get down with Diceware and generate encrypted passwords yourself. I know, to you big celebrity types this seems like rocket science but come on. Seriously.

What's a few dice rolls in exchange for your privacy? Think about it.

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