The reason I’ve been so gratifyingly silent for the past day or three is because my computer was infiltrated by one of the above-mentioned creatures. Apparently known as Blaster.
According to the moderately useless Microsoft support page (a day late and a dollar short), these little buggers can infiltrate my computer through some hole in the Microsoft operating system and run amok. The symptoms have manifest themselves in the form of a forced shutdown every couple of minutes. Few things can be more irritating.
My anti-virus (shouldn’t that be anti-viral?) software was unmanned. Microsoft security patches take longer to download than the nefarious worm allowed the computer to be ‘up’, to use a technical preposition.
In short, I was beside myself and I sure as hell didn’t need the company.
Finally, the worm is now defunct. Sliced and diced by the remarkable Mister Norton.
Now, I always regarded worms as sympathetic creatures, burrowing through the loam to bring needed oxygen, turning clods of mud into useful topsoil. Now, apparently, the clods are winning.
I wish I could spend a few minutes with the spotty-faced, geeky creator of this Blaster worm. I’d cheerfully rip him a new one. And stick a worm in it.
Apparently, this thing from Hell has been a very busy invertibrate. Companies and organizations have had to spend much valuable time and money protecting their assets. What a waste.
It’s all very urinated-off-making. I hope nobody else got it.
- PW
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