Ugh. I was inspired. But now I'm not. Because I'm in too much pain. So we could either be talking about computer viruses, or itchy pain-giving skin rash viruses. Both of which I think I might have. Ow. Never ever ever try spraying Solarcaine on ALL of the pain spots. Because then they might just become BIGGER pain spots. Ow. I need a dermatologist. My skin is running away from me.
On the computer side of things, I found a file on my computer called "open this and you die". No extension. Not an .exe, .jpg, .htm, no nothing. Of course, being one of the most computer sterile people I know, I freaked out. My laptop doesn't have a floppy drive. There is NO WAY my girlfriend is going to work at school, save it to a disk, and bring it home to my shiny new Inspirion 8100E. HELL NO. Yes, I love her. HELL NO. Now, "open this and you die" hasn't been one of the more popular "I LOVE YOU's" or "Melissa's". But it raised the i'm worried about this flag. So of course, I try to find out what it is. Opened it with notepad, saw some gibberish, and shut it down. Deleted it. Ran a virus scan. All set. But still, that nagging. I opened it. Mesa gonna die now? Nag nag nag. Until that night. I'm finished with my martial arts class, and we're all sitting around sharing a few beers. I tell one of my more computer minded friends about the file, and my girlfriend just starts giggling to herself. "Oh babe, that was me! I did that because I found a file I didn't like on your computer." Damnit. I'm gonna find out what that picture was and post it later. More passwords for everyone.
Hahaha! Oh, I *like* that.
by Bill at February 26, 2002 1:09 PM
Before you revealed it was merely a backstabbing girlfriend, it sounded like you had a case of the Don't Fucking Open Me Virus.
by mg at February 26, 2002 1:48 PM
She did this on YOUR computer?
She needs a lesson in privacy issues. We all need privacy. It is a matter of respect.
I went ballyhoo ballistic on my SO for visting porn sites and leaving cookie trails everywhere. But the machine he was doing this with is my business computer... MY private space.
He is more than welcome to modem up HIS computer to our nearly defunct Compuserve account and do what he likes, but apparently this is just to much work - or too technical - or something...
But if I mucked around like that on his computer, or he on mine, there would likely be blood shed.
by jenn at February 26, 2002 2:23 PM
by emma at February 26, 2002 2:27 PM