…other wee beasties

I visualize a computer virus like a diatom. Not one of those lacy, unicellular algae members of the family Bacillariophyceae but three of them were to be found on my computer. One Trojan Horse, a nasty little backdoor, had appeared on G’s computer.

I knew the day would be fraught with danger as this was the day that the “new” virus was to hit. It hit the museum computers just as we arrived. Since nothing had arrived with our morning email, I thought we had been lucky and it had bypassed us.

We came home to some easy enchiladas, jazzed up beans, and a little TV. A meeting in our corner store with a topic of Acceptance, then home to email and online socialization. One group email was sent to the Banking Committee. Another group email had been wafted off to my High School Reunion list. Most importantly a grovel had been sent to Lizzie, the Business Meeting secretary with whom I had gotten snippy. I can’t believe I got snippy. Oh grovel.

I had sent out these posts before a little, tiny, burp of a glitch appeared on my screen. I couldn’t delete my spam. Oh shock…..no awe. No anger, just resignation. I started a virus scan and headed off to evening meds laughing about acceptance. One virus appeared on each computer the first pass. G downloaded the newest upgrades and lo and behold more viri appeard. More downloads and that sneaky Trojan Horse popped to the surface in his computer. A fake E-bay email.

I sent my morning apologies out this morning before I downloaded any more email. That was a good thing because there was another viri just popping right up purporting to be from E-bay again. These virus creators are targeting their viri to Outlook Express. Not only do they not open, they can’t recognize the antique Netscape that I use for my email. My momentary triumph still leaves me with a brand new virus hovering inoperably in that Netscape. I guess before I answer a thing this morning, I will download the day’s virus protection. I guess I will be doing this first thing every morning from now on. At least until this kid gets caught.