Remember that one post I did about the malware that wouldn’t die?
Well, as you may have guessed, it’s still not dead.
About a week ago, something hijacked my primary e-mail account and used it’s address book to send out some truly retarded, and wholly obvious spam messages.
I sincerely apologize if any of you reading this happen to have been affected by this unfortunate incident.
I’ve had that e-mail account since I was 13, and it felt truly fuckin’ creepy to have someone or something violate it in such a way.
I’m hoping it was the latter, as I most likely have sensitive materials in that account that could fuck my life up pretty good if they were tampered with.
I swear man, I’ve always felt that the internet was an evil and terrifying place full of the sort of assholes that would pour sugar in your gas tank just for the thrill of it, but this is really the first time I’ve ever felt directly attacked by one of “those” people.
Stupid internet peoples… Fuckin’ with my shit…
Anyway, back to the malware!
It’s as it’s powers grow and adapt in direct response to my rage levels.
When I’m peeved, it’s kind of a bother.
When I’m fuming, “gonna’ ram my fist through the monitor” angry, it takes total control of my computer.
It should be noted, that this particular post is being manufactured on a different computer, as I found myself growing impatient in wrestling with my laptop to type every word.
Despite this, I had a minor breakthrough this evening, in the form of my discovery of some oddly titled and highly suspect hardware devices in my device manager.
I guess the big ass yellow exclamation points hovering over them should’ve tipped me off sooner, but oh well.
Give me a break, I’m not exactly the most technical of badgers.
Anyway, my hope is that my discovery will serve as the breadcrumbs to lead to this sleazy bitch’s doorstep.
Just like Ripley in Aliens, (well, except for the whole girl-on-horribly-grotesque-girl aspect of it…) I intend to storm that bitch’s hive and burn every last trace of her progeny.
Then I’ll watch my android buddy get torn in half, and later throw the bitch herself out the airlock and into stop-motion animated space.
Fuck Newt though, she was a waste of my motherfuckin’ time…
Anyway, off I go to do battle with malware once again.
Wish me luck.