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the one I didn't write
I possibly did something so stupid tonight that I can't even write it down in its entirety. Here's a hint: it may have had to do with clicking on an extremely questionable executable file. I have been the internet person who doesn't do shit like that for many, many years now. I teased my husband tremendously for doing something equally dumb at some point because he (also) totally knew better*. And yet, there I went and clicked where I shouldn't have clicked. I did scan the thing first, in my defense, and as soon as I clicked it, I thought "WHAT DID I DO THAT FOR?" So, yay! My evening was spent disconnected from the civilized world network, running scans and disinfecting myself and reversing today's changes. Good Lord, I am a computer programmer, and I fell for the oldest trick in the book. And my supportive husband wouldn't let me make a backup of my emergency files on his computer, the big stinky meanie. Which.. I totally see his point and I very well would have said the same thing in his situation but still.
(If I told you what I was doing--and I'm not going to--and you have ever been doing this particular thing yourself, though, you would completely understand how it happened. But I never write about my questionable activities in my journal because that just strikes me as a Bad Idea.)
Anyway, I spent the evening working on that instead of coming up with something brilliant to talk about, or working on the thing I've been working on this week, or to do anything else at all productive, really, except watch televion, which hardly counts as productive. Well, I suppose as long as I have fixed the problem (and it seems like I have) then I can count it a successful evening. Although I am still contemplating not posting this at all because it is embarrassing even without the details.
*And another piece of evidence for your "Gee, Poor M Could Do Better" file, M teased me about it for all of ten seconds and then I continued to sulk and look depressed and so he stopped and started telling me that it wasn't that bad and that most of the damage had probably been averted and my data would most likely be fine and hey, here's a hug. So yes, he is a much, much nicer person than I am because it has been YEARS and I still tease him about his mishap.
(If I told you what I was doing--and I'm not going to--and you have ever been doing this particular thing yourself, though, you would completely understand how it happened. But I never write about my questionable activities in my journal because that just strikes me as a Bad Idea.)
Anyway, I spent the evening working on that instead of coming up with something brilliant to talk about, or working on the thing I've been working on this week, or to do anything else at all productive, really, except watch televion, which hardly counts as productive. Well, I suppose as long as I have fixed the problem (and it seems like I have) then I can count it a successful evening. Although I am still contemplating not posting this at all because it is embarrassing even without the details.
*And another piece of evidence for your "Gee, Poor M Could Do Better" file, M teased me about it for all of ten seconds and then I continued to sulk and look depressed and so he stopped and started telling me that it wasn't that bad and that most of the damage had probably been averted and my data would most likely be fine and hey, here's a hug. So yes, he is a much, much nicer person than I am because it has been YEARS and I still tease him about his mishap.
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If it makes you feel any better, I almost fell prety to a phishing expidition the other day. It was so convincing that I actually called the credit card company to make sure my credit was ok.
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And, hey, glad your credit is okay too! ;)
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