You Are All Idiots

Yesterday I made this post showing me investigating a really bad phishing attack. The reason it was bad is that the attack did absolutely nothing and redirected to Instagram with no extra anything and even after scraping the web page to bypass the .htaccess—The page was devoid of life.

Of course, my Instagram post got a couple comments which I’d like to pick apart real quick to help answer future comments and DMs like such since the phishing attack seems to be hitting lots of people.

Disclaimer: I try to insult every comment in this post not because I actually hate the comment but because I can.

yukinekunn Yeah someone ended up falling for that, teaches ya don’t click every link you see.

Alright, I have no clue how someone ‘ended up falling for that’ or how you know someone fell for that or what actually happened when someone did that, but sure, you are now also 100% trustworthy and not just spewing bullshit. The only trustworthy1 part of this comment is ‘don’t click on every link you see’.

ticescreamerss Lmao I didn’t click on to this cause I knew it was a hack. It’s not a good idea to believe someone who says your “name” of instagram

Congrats on having a brain so big and powerful and superior to see that this was a hack, Unfortunately, you didn’t read the post that dissected the attack and chose to reply to the Instagram announcement of the post instead.

x._absolite._.art_.x Wow what perfect timing i just got a message saying this on one of my accounts

Noone cares. But on a serious and out-of-character note, yes this post got a lot of attention from people I’ve never met.

_bluebunny_arts_ (replying to @x._absolite._.art_.x) it also said I was logged in my account somewhere else in Dallas and I had to make a new password

This comment either A) Did not read the post and confused a weird coincidence with the attack or B) Read the post and confused a weird coincidence with the attack. I have no idea how this could’ve happened, but it did and I’m lost. Still, activate two-factor2 and you’ll be a thousand times safer.

Analyzing the uglywall Instagram attack*

Something that came up rather unexpectedly today was an Instagram DM telling me to go to this profile:

—Because apparantly I was on ‘the wall’.

Of course, this meant two things:

  1. The person who sent me the DM got their account hacked.
  2. I would spend the next couple minutes trying to see what attack or scam this was supposed to be because it’s summer and who cares.

So the first thing I did was see where the link led me.

Which was straight back to Instagram with an extra cookie.

I have no idea what the cookie is for. And since I’m paranoid I deleted it. I’m stupid, I just realized that the cf is for Cloudflare.

The next thing to do was obviously whois the domain to see what was up.

Some of the whois sites didn’t give me anything, but some did, and they gave me this:

The domain was apparantly made today and has no useful info.

Even worse, CLoudlfare blocked me when I tried to sneak into the site without being redirected.

However, I still managed to snatch the site by using Httrack and got this:


The link led to itself and the page had a constant refresh loop on it.


All of the other files I could crawl were just the Cloudflare scripts and css.

Final Verdict: No idea, but it seems harmless and I wasted time doing this and even more time going back to take screenshots for this post.

*Might not be an attack, I just need to be a sensationalist to get clicks

Smashing Every Single Enchoseon Post Together

Excluded Posts:

Special Formatting:

All text is lowercase, no special characters.

All numbers removed.


All formatting was manually made to help with readability. All line breaks, commas, periods, quotes, hyphens, capitalization, etc. were added by me to make this look like a post and not like the large block of unreadable text that this was birthed from.

The titles were created by me (duh).

Lines that are italic are things that I recognize as perfect overfitting from a post. This isn’t 100% accurate because it’s just from my memory. Only entire lines are labeled for overfitting, and keep in mind that I decide where the lines are split because the original output had no punctuation whatsoever.

I was cutting out the middle of sentences for the first 8 sections listed below before I realized that it ruins the legitimacy of the text, so I switched to chopping off only the front and end parts of a text after that.

Magic Substance

A magic substance obtained via blood sweat and tears: Money.

Public schools that have the chance to come this post was ginormous. No, not the people running successful blogs. See no problem with only a buck and seventy-five cents.

It’s Always Beautiful

It’s always beautiful and it’s really just flaming at that moment. I just knew that if I had been looking out, the bike out of the local residents of the death rates for the rails so that I tried to make their own decision.

Do Not Trust Jeff Zentner

Teach them about how they’ll fucking die and/or hurt everyone if they pool their money together under the direction of Jeff.

Future Sex

When I logged on I found that I had lost the bet with a following in the future having sex.

Godlike Level III Multiverse-Exploitation

Give more freedom to the talk and to enjoy the food. You can find yourself anywhere, although most people who can’t pay for their godlike level III multiverse-exploiting capabilities. To clarify, Everett’s theory was not meant to be ranted about in my room.

Extremely Popular Diseases

Not everybody is willing to donate money to a bunch of support for the diseases that are destined to be extremely popular that spread like wildfire through the hallway during lunch hours.

Bad Advice

Get safe sexual pleasure? Useless knowledge.

Complete Logical Sense

If two’s a company and three’s a crowd, then eight people in danger of lahars.


Perfectly normal introverts suddenly become adventurous by wearing lipstick that looks like a pixel silhouette of a traditional cobalt bomb.

Microsoft Rewards

The Microsoft rewards program is a way to LAX, barreling down the negative rail the force of gravity while my legs pedaled worthlessly.

My Brother’s Classmates

This means that my brother’s classmates I was harassing a guy who opens up so many organisms.

Enjoy the Food

Firstly, you need to enjoy the food. You can use f = ilb.

What My Peers Would Call a “Mood”

The natural tendency to attract people and to let my dreams die in the past months.

Jeff Zentner Once Again

For the rest of my heart that is Jeff Zentner overflows the banks of Google.

The Machine Insults Me By Speaking About Me In First-Person Wait That Doesn’t Make Sense

The genetic code passed down can react and cause long-term inherited problems that just piled on top of me.

Jeff Zentner Once More

And I always never prepare for summer and there is a nuclear weapon packed with cobalt which is what were really waiting for the Serpent King summary Jeff Zentner.


I am proposing two different ideas to be the Puyallup River, which was confusing because I was not aware that I think Tegmark is also an excuse to create and direct more neutrophils which will be about six more items other than being famous for doing nothing.

Blogging is an Infinite Game

Recently I’ve been having doubts about things and the usual such, common events that happen during the holidays. But it was only recently that I’ve been able to grasp how ungraspable things are.

So let’s go backward and grab a couple definitions straight out of Simon Sinek’s mouth:

Finite Games:
-Known players
-Fixed rules
-Agreed objective
-Winners and Losers

Infinite Games:
-Known and unknown players
-Changeable rules
-Goal is to extend game
-No Winners or Losers

Chess has tangible rules that do not change as you play. Chess games end once they end. And chess will have a winner and loser (usually, but let’s not get caught up in the nitty gritty).

Blogging has no tangible rules, and the ones that we do know always change. Backlink spamming used to be great for Google, but now it will only get you kicked off the face of the internet. The amount of people you compete with is humongous and impossible, and declaring yourself a ‘winner’ is stupid.

If you declare yourself to be the biggest and bestest blog, you are really just the biggest and bestest blog in the sample of blogs that you chose. Declaring yourself to be the ‘best’ at anything in an infinite game is stupid in general because there will always be ups and downs in an infinite game. You will never the best forever, either.

To simplify:

Infinite Games: Kaizen

Finite Games: Fucking win

Finite games fit inside infinite games, they are inevitable. 3

Winning finite games can help the infinite game. Fighting for gay rights, civil rights, etc. all help the infinite game for equality and happiness and all of the other intangible stuff we value.

Capitalism provides for a great infinite game. Businesses that are alive today will eventually go away or change or whatever, but businesses will always exist. If Google disappeared, shit would definitely go down in the beginning, but other companies would still exist. 2 Capitalism allows for many businesses to be the providers of something so that if one business drops out of the infinite game, another can provide for it.

However, Simon Sinek raised an important issue, which is when a finite player competes with an infinite one.

War in Vietnam:
-Vietnam: Fight to survive (infinite game)
-US: Fight to win (finite game)

Wars are not finite, and finite goals can have accidental infinite results. New players will emerge, and new policies will reshape and create rules.

Declaring an end to an infinite game will result in immense disconnection from the infinite game. The disconnected player will become uncertain, chaotic, and unable to decide on a goal.

When you are in an infinite contest, using your interests is a horrible plan.

When you are in an infinite contest, building for the infinite future is wonderful.

So let’s boil it down to our own private lives.

As humans, goals need to be something we can see. “Fastest growing”, “even more”, and “most respected” are not tangible, visible goals. They do not motivate us. “Excercise each morning”, “become 20 lbs lighter”, and “do my homework” are realistic goals that we can see.

The goals and actions of finite and infinite players are different, and it results in the opening of many Pandora’s boxes from other Pandora’s boxes inside and from and with other Pandora’s boxes.

Summer Sucks Buttholes

Summer is, inarguably, the worst time of the year for me.

All the bullshit that fucks with me for the rest of the year goes down in summer, and there is always more than one thing waiting to fuck with me.

Some aspects are consistent and predictable, I always never prepare for summer and end up wallowing in a pit of self-loathing when I realize that I have no skills or hobbies, so I usually try to pick at something that I tried to pick at the previous summer.

I’ve been through many summer-hobby/passion-hunts before, cycling through electronic boards, parkour (yes, now stop laughing), music, and planning where I’d like to travel abroad and then hating myself endlessly for not being able to speak English very well, let alone another language (I can’t articulate sounds very well).

Recently I’ve been unanimously and unwillingly appointed as the operator of a Minecraft server. Minecraft 1.14+ is pure hell to work with on the server-side. I spent the first week of my break sitting at my computer, moving files and typing lines of special rules and waiting for Filezilla to upload the files.

I’m already struggling to host this server, so no part of me is willing to donate money to a goddamn Minecraft server just because my ignorant friends do not see the absolute pain and torture I endure.

So yeah, I quit Minecraft server-ing.

So now I have a lot more time on my hands, but my new problem is equally predictable as it is bad.

My parents now believe that I go into my room to use my computer and that I use my computer endlessly and that I play games on my computer endlessly in my room and have no care for myself and that they need to take action because they believe that the only reason I stay in my room is to stay on my computer and play games.

My computer crashes randomly when I use Google Chrome, and even though I am the sort of guy who opens up so many tabs that they no longer look like tabs, Chrome just crashes when I have 1 tab open with no other background apps. My computer is really just a potato in disguise.

Self-loathing has a strong effect, pushing me to do things that are originally healthy and useful before becoming obsessive and unhealthy. “Argh I hate my room’s organization” turns into “I will spend the next couple of days switching between these two chairs for some reason” and then “I will reorganize all of these things that I never use inside of this school folder that I also never use for the next 3 hours” and then “Let me check the Minecraft server, oh great it crashed there goes the next two days of my break and overall life.”

So my current passion-hunt is with music (once again), and I have been fighting for this since last year with my parents, and I managed to score a keyboard in my room, raising my overall self-esteem about my room.

However, working on my current work-area is a last-minute slapped-together hell and I’m still going through a plethora of other problems just to get my mom to not move my keyboard around in my room like it’s a piece of furniture that can be placed anywhere she wants. My mom is a major control freak, even over things that she has no control over or things that she is not entitled to have totalitarian control.

But these, I assume, are regular teenager problems that just piled on top of me due to my own apathy to act on them throughout the school year.

I’ve got 99+ problems and there are more to come. This post was made mostly to remind you that I’m still alive and also to tell you that Enchoseon has a high chance of shutting down forever due to money problems.

Ciao and I’ll hopefully see you soon.

I Didn’t/Won’t See His Majesty Jeff Zentner

I screwed around with Jeff many months back by getting everyone to send him endless spam until he responded to my original email, citing the spam as the reason he was so slow in responding. I ended up revising the whole post after he responded; and in retrospect, what I did was counterintuitive and possibly some form of harassment.

While I don’t always spend my time delaying the release of books that are destined to be extremely popular that spread like wildfire through the ‘I am I hip ELA teacher’ vine, being an annoyance to Jeff is still extremely high on my list of things to do, as SERP juice is extremely hard to get and I need to tap into the goldmine that is Jeff Zentner before summer, as that’s when the search volume for ‘The Serpent King Summary Jeff Zentner’ overflows the banks of Google, allowing me to blissfully hope that my shabby Ndotsheni far past the river will actually benefit from the surplus.

“I would take The First Time She Drowned over any of Jeff Zentner’s books”
—The ELA teacher that assigned The Serpent King as a summer project that got me interested in Zentner in the first place.

So when I got the news that Jeff was coming to my school, my brain went into complete chaos.

  1. I was not aware that I was harassing a guy who can afford to fly a plane over to my school on a regular year-by-year basis. 3
  2. I was not aware that I was harassing a guy who flies on a plane over to my school on a regular year-by-year basis.
  3. I was not aware that I was harassing a guy with many ties to other extremely good authors, some of whom as not as wealthy or willing but just as cool and well-off enough to hire a hitman if they pool their money together under the direction of Jeff.

I decided not to go to the talk and to let my dreams die in the part of my heart that is accustomed to such self-loathing.

I’m not entirely sure why. I picked up the sign up paper, tore it in half, and threw it in the trash.

I wasn’t feeling any emotions or any desires at that moment, I just knew that if I didn’t restrain myself, I would end up happily listening to a bunch of extremely successful people getting asked extremely stupid questions for 3 hours straight.

Later, when the deadline passed, it dawned on me that I missed the only chance in my life to see Jeff and say, “you don’t know me or remember me, but I use you as the butt of my jokes.”

Damnit. I blame Jeff, by the way.

The Day of The Talk

I was instantly reminded of Jeff when I walked into my first period and everyone was missing.

However, the best part of Jeff’s visit was his Instagram post thanking one of the ELA teachers for inviting him. Of course, it wasn’t my ELA teacher, and he didn’t even tag the teacher in his post, he just mentioned her name.

I just thought that was funny.

Anyways, I also made a comment on one of his Instagram posts two weeks prior to thank him for coming to my school because I thought he was coming the next Monday, but I was off by an fucking month.

I also know that Jeff does guitar, so I’m thinking about emailing him again to ask him to create a tiny dataset for a thing I’m thinking about, so maybe that’ll happen(?)

The Age of Yelling Into A Massive Void

Right now everyone is yelling into the massive void that is the Internet.

Whether it’s your Facebook or Instagram, your Tumblr or Medium, everyone is yelling something—some louder than others.

The endless yelling has birthed a new type of influencer: Micro-influencers; they are people who are like influencers, but they have smaller followings that are more dedicated and interested in more specific niches.

The Internet is overflowing with people, influencers are now just a mucky group of people rather than familiar faces, and the yelling is just getting louder and louder.

I’m not fully complaining, though. There is definitely strength in numbers, but there are also weaknesses that need to be addressed.

Governments have taken laissez-faire stances on social media marketing, as child porn and drugs are little more dire and immediate problems.

I consider myself to be too small to be a micro-influencer, as I have no interest in being an ‘influencer’ and I just enjoy putting my stuff in my small cranny of the internet without getting too far into it.

But I also have a few reasons why I don’t like the new micro-influencing stage we’re currently in.

Most Micro-Influencers Have No Reason to Be Loyal

Micro-influencers can make money for being famous for doing nothing other than being famous for advertising products.

Even ‘real influencers’ are corruptable if you dangle enough cash in their faces.

Corporations and businesses are much more inclined to get micro-influencers to promote their products for better reach and encouragement, even more so than big influencers with a following in the millions!2

The corruptibility is why climate change is still a train heading full-speed toward global catastrophe. It’s why net neutrality is no longer an uphill battle but an entire cliff underneath a waterfall. The world will not last the next century if we don’t fix our problems faster.

But Some Micro-Influencers Are Dedicated

One of my favorite micro-influencers is Dr. Mike, who has certainly earned tons of money through partnerships and social media, but mostly for the Limitless Tomorrow foundation. Being handsome sorta just throws money in your hands, so I don’t think it’s his fault.

However, I can’t cross the line between admiring and worshipping, as it’s not like I trust the Limitless Foundation or Mike, I just have a good gut feeling that the doc has legitimate interests for making good edutainment content on his YouTube.

And then there is the weird crossroad between ‘cool person’ and ‘somewhat famous’, because I’d say that Max Tegmark is also one of my favorite micro-influencers. The problem is that he’s frickin’ smart, so I’m not really capable of fully understanding what he says when he opens his godly Swedish mouth, but I try my best.

But I’m not trying to talk about people that I think are cool, or else you’ll move on from me after finding someone cooler.

The reason I think Tegmark is more trustworthy than Dr. Mike is that he doesn’t even have the capability to use his social media following for ads.

On a different note, one of the best things I’ve ever read from him is his goof titled ‘The Flying Boot’.

It’s all up to us

In the end, people are famous because they have people who like them. People like you and me.

We can’t solve climate change without affecting each of our lives. We can’t sit still and expect changes we want to happen magically through by our apathy.

On the same note, it’s all up to us to do our part and admire the right people and to avoid misinformation.

And yes, that means ignoring most of grandma’s Facebook posts, as old people are much more likely to share fake news2.

Prepubescent Phases of Pain and Crying and Screaming and Torture

The high school years are apparently the best times of a human’s lifetime. You can do basically whatever you want and lock it behind you in a protective bubble of humiliation later.

However, the largest reason high school is supposedly awesome is that you can make friends. Ew. Social circle. Ew. Life. Ew.

I’m not a pessimistic ass all of the time, I’m just not a people-person, which just means I’m a pessimistic ass whenever people are nearby.

Not interacting often gives me the sort of joy that can only arise from observing the cringey and disturbing human pupae.

I still haven’t undergone the entire hell that is high school, but I’d like to compile my experiences into a post before I go so insane that I lose the ability to write.

Lyrical Claptrap3

I remembered that I had some cringey poems I wrote in 7th grade and I tried to find them so that I could share them here, but I couldn’t find them, so I found someone else’s poem instead.

Feelings don’t change,
they leave

– A smug Instagram schmuck

Lyrical claptrap only sounds good to the person writing it. It’s brought by random emotional feelies hitting people with poor coping mechanisms because their coping mechanism is to puke their shitty feelings onto their phones in the middle of the night so that they can share it the same way a first grader shows off their unsanitary macaroni art.

Harambe we love you

– Elon Musk’s Soundcloud

When I was into lyrical claptrap I was also a logophile. I spent my 7th-grade lunches reading my pocket dictionary during lunch and I didn’t actually write too much.


Taking pictures of yourself is a stupid idea.

It’s like taking a picture of a chicken being chopped in half and then hanging up that picture at the dinner table.

Selfies are annoying to everyone trying to walk around you, and I also don’t understand the fucking deal with taking pictures of yourself through a mirror.

Social Obsession

Contrary to idiotic belief, people are not constantly studying you.

A large majority of people fit into some stereotype or other, with ‘quirky’ and ‘mod’ being primarily dominant.2

I live with a fake-it-till-you-make-it mindset. I don’t know sports, celebrities, movies, bands, rappers, or other important aspects of current pop culture.

However, it seems that everyone likes the same shit rap music and that all of the ‘I’m searching for individuality’ bullshit that is supposed to be happening in great big America is nonexistent.

We are all vastly the same when it comes to how we portray ourselves.

Social obsession takes the form of social media, clothing, and any other way a person lets the outside world know that they are a thing that exists.

But nobody really cares that you are a thing that exists. We’re too busy with our own lives to care about yours, so just take care of what matters when it matters.

Changing ‘Style’

Changing style is just fucking weird.

Perfectly normal introverts suddenly become ‘adventurous’ by wearing lipstick that looks like a Smurf came in their mouth.

Dyeing hair also makes no fucking sense. I’ve never looked at someone who dyed their hair and thought, ‘wow, that person was tolerable before, but now they’re just, cool.’

Suddenly changing style doesn’t fit everyone.

Terrifying Transformations I’ve Experienced:

  • Smart, likeable, handsome, and overall great role-model guy stops wearing glasses over Spring break. Freaks me out.
  • Normal person begins wearing vans and playing ukelele. Makes me feel sad.
  • Fuckboy forgets what a t-shirt is. Makes me cringe.
  • A different fuckboy doing a mirror selfie while holding their crotch area. I nearly cringe to death.

*Fuckboys in general are cringey.

I’m A _____

Being in California, I’m used to seeing Firewatch shit happen in the town over and people switching the gender they identify as four times a week.

None of that bothers me.

What does bother me is people calling themselves things they are 100% not.

Here’s a sample:

“When you clean your room/studio AND find your selfie stick 📸”

Congrats, you rich little shit, but just because you’re rich enough to store a bunch of cool shit in your room doesn’t make it a studio. Most of my room is actually empty space that I never let anyone know that I have. I just store all of the coolest shit that I’ve accumulated over the years at my desk so that I feel semi-rich at the expense of having a room where everything is placed in one corner.

Here’s another sample:

Since 2004
Artist, Animator, Voice actor, Writer…

The ellipses were not added by me. Apparently, this person is even more interesting and quirky and fun than what the list implies.

Personally, I identify as a blogger, but sometimes I feel quirky so I call myself a ‘writer’. And if I’m having a big mood I’ll say that I operate a content website.