Word of the Day

Balderdash (n.), rapidly receding hairline.

My computer was attacked. It was invaded. Someone slipped in my backdoor and left a trojan on my computer. My Norton didn't catch it. My SpyBot didn't catch it. I only discovered that something was wrong when I tried to play my Sun Poker game...a free video poker game offered by the Sun newspapers from Minnesota played online. Everytime I tried to log on, I would end up a offshore casino site. I didn't want to go there. I never imagined that the problems I was having were coming from an intruder inside my own computer. I even wrote the Sun newspaper people, thinking that they might be having problems. Unfortunately, this wasn't the case. I was the only one that was having problems. I updated my Norton and guess what? A trojan was found. Of course, this was only the beginning. We couldn't seem to remove the bugger. It kept coming back and we didn't have the time to fix it because we were late for the party over at our neighbors' house.

The party was great fun. We had smoked turkey and all the fixings. There were actually five other people there with my first name. It was funny. Anytime our name was mentioned, we'd all respond. An indication of how much fun we were having was that I forgot all about the trojan sitting on my computer and the fact that my son was using our one and only car. I didn't surface until HTP pointed out that it had already reached the advanced hour of10 PM. I am not a late owl. 10 PM is the hour in which I tend to turn into a pumpkin, especially if I'd only slept 3 hours the night before.

When we got home, HTP immediately resumed work on my computer. When #1 son returned with our car, he joined in the frey. I went to bed. The pumpkin thing. At around 3 AM, I was awakened and told that my men had succeeded in their mission. They had slayed the dragon. I no longer have that sneaky trojan in my computer and I can again enjoy my Sun Poker game. I used to be a bit leary of opening emails from friends who forward funnies as attachments. I'll be even more so from now on. Unfortunately, I've been searching for funnies to cut and paste onto snailmail letters to my daughter while she's in boot camp. I guess I'll just have to be selective when I seek to find my "funnies" from now on. No more forwarded emails in the form of attachments. Beware! This be where trojans dwell.

Murphyism of the Day

Whistler's Law

You never know who's right, but you always know who's in charge.