The Pwnie Awards recognize both excellence and incompetence in the field of information security. Winners are selected by a committee of security industry professionals from nominations collected from the information security community. The awards are presented yearly at the Black Hat Security Conference.
The name Pwnie Award is based on the word "pwn", which is hacker slang meaning "to compromise" or to "control" based on the previous usage of the word "own" (and it is pronounced similarly). The name "The Pwnie Awards" is meant to sound like The Tony Awards, an awards ceremony for Broadway Theater in New York City.
The Pwnie Awards were founded in 2007 by Alexander Sotirov and Dino Dai Zovi following discussions regarding Dino's discovery of a cross-platform QuickTime vulnerability and Alexander's discovery of an ANI file processing vulnerability in Internet Explorer.
The award for best server-side bug went to the security researchers who discovered Heartbleed, and best client-side bug went to George Hotz for finding a bug in Chrome OS. The "most epic fail" award went to Apple for its goto fail bug in iOS and OS X.
Take all the sentiments
Of a cold blooded cynic
So believe me when I say,
I would love nothing more.
Than for everything,
To end unpleasantly
Concrete shoes, rising tides,
Grey skies, Let none survive.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world.
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world, Ohh
Of this perfect world.
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves,
A sailors grave is all I crave.
Bury me (bury me),
5000 fathoms deep,
And leave my bones,
For the depths.
The serpent's teeth await our skin.
The serpent's teeth await...
Blood runs through,
Upon our worthless existence.
The Devil's teeth (the Devil's teeth),
The Devil's teeth,
Beneath our skin.
Whispering of silent vengeance.
Blood debts remain unpaid.
Now every breath of life
Has been betrayed.
Every ideal
Has rusted through.
Nothing we hold brings solace,
Feed us to the sharks.
So let nothing remain,
Feed us to the sea.
To be buried,
Beneath the waves.
A sailors grave it's all I crave.
Bury me (bury me),
5000 fathoms deep.
And leave my bones,
For the depths.
There's blood in the water,
(Sinking, always, sinking).
There's blood in the water,
(Sinking, always, sinking).
There's blood,
In the water.
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word