Rumors of My Demise Are Greatly Exaggerated

Someone hacked into my Facebook account, started chat sessions with some of my friends, told them that "I" was in London, had been mugged, with no ID, no credit cards, and was in pain at an Internet cafe--could you wire some cash? My friends are not so gullible, and they must think I have a few brain cells left myself (why would John be in London for work, but not ask his workplace for help when in distress?).

So, Facebook disabled my account (for my own protection), and hasn't restored it yet. I'm hoping that Santa puts a re-activated account in my digital stocking soon.

You might have also heard about this story, though I vouch for none of its accuracy and draw your attention to its almost complete lack of verified sources.