I'm getting REALLY TIRED OF THIS.
Aug. 6th, 2002 11:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camwynKlez notices in the morning. Klez notices during the day. Klez alerts from someone who's been on vacation and got a mailbox full of !&(*. Klez-infected files being spoofed with our email address, with other people's email addresses, with my email address, with the addresses of everybody in the address book of someone from another company who was assured she was safe. And when it's not Klez it's emails that can't be deleted because my users haven't all gotten the message yet that the preview pane needs to be turned off, so when someone's spam or other malware gets into their inbox, they go to highlight the email and it automatically tries to open and causes a crash - and then the users get all stunned-bunny about the idea that looking at the contents of the email message, even if it's only in the preview pane, is in fact a form of opening the message...
arrrrrgh.
I remember the days when Jan Harold Brunvand solemnly insisted that computer viruses were nothing but an urban legend of the cyber age. Of course, that was about two weeks before Robert Morris and his little internet worm (the prat went to my high school's brother school, which is why I remember the guy's name and not the worm's). I remember when you had to worry about strange floppies and infected downloads, but email wasn't any kind of significant worry. I'm not even 29 yet, let alone 30, and I'm a firping dinosaur - the generation coming up through the schools now probably hasn't got any kind of idea of what it was like not to have to worry about any of these things.
You know, considering the sheer number of epidemiology, international health, and maternal and reproductive health courses I took in college, I rather expected to write a paragraph like that about a different sort of virus altogether. Sheesh.
Today's pulp survival tip is #87. Don't try to get into a sanctuary only permitted to members of a certain religion unless you look like a member of that religion even when stripped naked for an hour.
arrrrrgh.
I remember the days when Jan Harold Brunvand solemnly insisted that computer viruses were nothing but an urban legend of the cyber age. Of course, that was about two weeks before Robert Morris and his little internet worm (the prat went to my high school's brother school, which is why I remember the guy's name and not the worm's). I remember when you had to worry about strange floppies and infected downloads, but email wasn't any kind of significant worry. I'm not even 29 yet, let alone 30, and I'm a firping dinosaur - the generation coming up through the schools now probably hasn't got any kind of idea of what it was like not to have to worry about any of these things.
You know, considering the sheer number of epidemiology, international health, and maternal and reproductive health courses I took in college, I rather expected to write a paragraph like that about a different sort of virus altogether. Sheesh.
Today's pulp survival tip is #87. Don't try to get into a sanctuary only permitted to members of a certain religion unless you look like a member of that religion even when stripped naked for an hour.
