Monday, September 13, 2004
When I said ‘backdoor,’ this is NOT what I meant
No, I'm not dead, but I sure felt like killing someone Friday night/most of yesterday. Why? Because people are assholes.
You know how I got warning from Netzero, right? I e-mailed them and told them it was definitely NOT me, etc., and I get an e-mail back from them Friday night telling me that not only did they receive another complaint about me, but that while they don't think I'm responsible, they think I've got a backdoor on my computer, and that sorry, but more complaints and they're kicking me off. "Oh, for the love of GOD!" I cried as I rushed home from Greta's to try to rid myself of the odious cooties that had now infected me.
I get home and download the cootie killer that Netzero recommended, (even though I THOUGHT I was already armed to the teeth with Norton), but when I did, the computer was like, "Oh, fuck YOU!" and proceeded to freeze up every time I tried to do something, even after I rebooted. So at this point, I'm mad-frustrated and call Dell because I can't find Microsoft's number. The Dell guy was fairly helpful -- walked me through safe mode and helped me shut down everything that wasn't crucial to booting up. Nothing worked, and I was too tired and pissed to attempt to go back into safe mode. I went to bed and cried.
So yesterday, the great Emperor Warrior Kendar and I reformatted my hard drive, thinking who the hell cares where it came from or if it was even there or not in the first place; let's just get rid of it, period. So we did, and guess what? I didn't lose ANYTHING in the way of work. Go me. But talk about pissing in your Malt-o-Meal, man. (Note to those who don't get what that means (and they know who they are): It means something made your day bad. See? that's not so hard.)
Again, if something really was there, I don't know if it was a random attack or someone with an axe to grind (i.e. the crones or the Brazilian Whores). I'll probably never know, and you know what? Whatever, although I suppose I should be flattered that someone would go to such lengths as breaking the law for little ol' me. But I'm not -- really? I think you look kind of pathetic and sad.Oh, whatEVER.
I get home and download the cootie killer that Netzero recommended, (even though I THOUGHT I was already armed to the teeth with Norton), but when I did, the computer was like, "Oh, fuck YOU!" and proceeded to freeze up every time I tried to do something, even after I rebooted. So at this point, I'm mad-frustrated and call Dell because I can't find Microsoft's number. The Dell guy was fairly helpful -- walked me through safe mode and helped me shut down everything that wasn't crucial to booting up. Nothing worked, and I was too tired and pissed to attempt to go back into safe mode. I went to bed and cried.
So yesterday, the great Emperor Warrior Kendar and I reformatted my hard drive, thinking who the hell cares where it came from or if it was even there or not in the first place; let's just get rid of it, period. So we did, and guess what? I didn't lose ANYTHING in the way of work. Go me. But talk about pissing in your Malt-o-Meal, man. (Note to those who don't get what that means (and they know who they are): It means something made your day bad. See? that's not so hard.)
Again, if something really was there, I don't know if it was a random attack or someone with an axe to grind (i.e. the crones or the Brazilian Whores). I'll probably never know, and you know what? Whatever, although I suppose I should be flattered that someone would go to such lengths as breaking the law for little ol' me. But I'm not -- really? I think you look kind of pathetic and sad.Oh, whatEVER.
Posted by Broad •
Souped-up bitching •
I got hacked a few months ago, despite some pretty serious virus/firewall software. I’d lke to take the little snotbags doing this shit and drag them out of their mom’s basement by their bacon-striped underwear and feed them to a pack of wild marmosets.
but maybe that’s just me. I hope you catch them at something.