Driveby Email Mining Attack

Here I was, with email minimized, just starting to upload my dream-driven new chapters, when my email notification rings.  Well, I'm expecting an answer to one of my questions to a friend, so I pull the thing up.

To my surprise, I have 20 irate friends and acquaintances telling me NEVER to send junk like that along again.

'Junk like that,' I wonder.  I pull up my sent mail and sure enough somehow I've been scammed by a driveby piece of malware that's mined my address book.

'I didn't send anything,' I type back to my friends, 'not a blessed thing.  I haven't sent anything in over 24 hours.  And I never even open that kind of crap on my own computer, let alone pass it on.'

So, rather than the anticipated morning of writing, I have to email everyone on my email address book to apologize and warn them not to open that piece of crap, but I have to change passwords and run scans.  And I worry about what else that malware might have gotten into. 

Having offspring, I have heard about kiddie script and how those who aren't able to actually build anything worthwhile will try to tear down others' works.  But I've never actually been invaded.

The attack is not a pleasant experience.  I truly wish anyone who dreams up and then uses these attacks could experience kismet in the shape of complete computer meltdown - every time they try to operate their computers.

I'm not sure exactly how I got infected.  I don't go to porn sites or e-buy sites.  I'm usually very conservative about the sites I'm willing to open.  I don't even have an MSN chat account.  The only site  I opened yesterday was to research a mythology stream I wanted to write a story about.  OK, it was a site I've never been on before.  And now, I will never go back there - just in case.

So all my thoughts are all ajumble, scrambled too much for writing fiction.  Whoever rifled my email account left me unable to earn my living for today.  I hope you grow up someday, take a 12-step program and feel guilt when you can't apologize to all the people you've harmed in your immature pathway of destruction.

Thank you for that.

May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits.  May the lice of tomorrow crawl through your pubes for a month.  May bedbugs bite tonight and you be bereft of shoes to beat them off.

And may you never have the ability to actually build that which you strive so avidly to dismember.  May you always be jealous of that which you can never achieve.