Hacking is kind of related to programming, isn't it?
Phishing and social engineering are skills. They're not always easy.
In order to get practice, call up random universities and ask questions about credit hours and being full-time vs. part time and how it affects financial aid. You’re pretending to be a student, but you’re not breaking the law. If you’re old, pretend to be a parent.
Or call up a grocery store that's hundreds of miles away from you and ask if they have certain items in stock. If someone asks about your zip code, just say you're on vacation or visiting relatives or something. Or you just moved but you still have your old number. Be creative and sound confident and assertive.
The goal is to get comfortable with lying and to sound convincing. It's like acting. It's also that you're getting in character and researching the place ahead of time. Sometimes you might have to improvise when they ask you questions that you can't answer.
These skills are useful if you ever want to get into legal pen testing. I am obviously not condoning anything illegal.
You can also use Spooftel or Google Voice or something to hide your actual phone number. Or just buy a burner phone.
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Sister Boy2018-08-22 12:19
Sometimes you go out to a movie and you spend the rest of your life trying to come to terms with it. When we were kids, our parents would send us to whatever movie was playing in our single-theater town just to get rid of us for a day. They did not care what the movie was. It could be "The Creature from the Black Lagoon" or "I was a Teen-Age Werewolf" and the parentals (that's what adopted kids call them) did not give a hoot. But one day they erred on the side of major psychic lifelong screw-up for us hitherto undamaged minds. They sent us to see "Tea and Sympathy".
If ever if ever a flick there was, the movie of Tea is one because, because, because, because, because of the psychic trauma it caused.
In the Grey Lady, also known as The New York Times, they have never really finished their decades-long exegesis (or to me, anabasis) of "Tea and Sympathy". They just won't let it go. They bring it up; they bat it around; then they let it slumber again for a year or two. Of course, they are re-opening the wounds of the erstwhile kids who saw it when they were twelve, like unadopted me.
Probably Vincent Canby himself wrote about it. And the New York Times trots out Vincent Canby at every opportunity. As a newspaper, their only claim to undying fame is not a bunch of Pulitzers, but the fact that Vincent Canby once wrote for them. Vincent Canby is the "Auctor Summa Cum Laude Dignatus" of the never-failing New York Times. Within the next two hours, as I do six days a week, I will walk into a Starbucks store, pay exactly three dollars for a tax-free New York Times, and carry it away to the Eigerwand Kaffeehaus, where the music is good and the coffee is better.
The NYT has one guy, Trebay, who is also a very clever writer, very entertaining, but he has the nasty habit of sneaking extremely vulgar obscenities into the pages of a purportedly family newspaper. They probably call Guy on the carpet now and then to say, "Look, Trebay, we realize you're no Vincent Canby, but the readers love you and we want to keep you on. However, one more sneaky little obscenity and you're out of here!"
The editors of The Newspaper of Record do not realize that Trebay prob'ly watched "Tea and Sympathy" as a twelve-year-old and never got over it, and that is why Trebay and I are so deranged. The only movie worse that "T & S" for deranging young minds is the one where young boys get changed in pop-out fashion into donkeys. Was it Pinocchio? I dunno, but shrinks everywhere make a fat living off men who saw the donkeys emerge long ago.
(Man, I gotta get going, before they run out of NYT's or the Street People steal them all.) But the point I want to make is that last Sunday Yours Truly had a truly magical experience, and to the brotherhood or twisted systerhood of T&S survivors I want to tell all about it. Aw gee, another time <-- Left Lobe. No; right now <-- Right Lobe. But what if Calamity Falls? And the story goes back to what happened three years ago. Oh well, sorry. Dan Quayle is no Jack Kennedy, and I'm no Vincent Canby. But yesterday I did finally finish reading the Black Issue of the NYT Magazine devoted to "Thirty years ago, we could have saved the planet." I did read every word of it, and it was depressing, but it was very well written and documented. But I want to write about what happened on the High Dive. Isn't anybuddy going to listen to my story, all about the swimmer who climbed the ladder side-saddle? It's the kind of tale you crave to tell so much it makes you sorry, and we know there's got to be a way.