Jan 302004
 

Our server has been pretty busy the last few days. Lots of new virii scurrying around the internet, most recently the Novarg worm. This one looks like one of the nastier specimens. However, our problem is not with the virii; our own filters are dealing with that quite handily, thank you. Our problem is with the anti-virus software—other systems’ anti-virus software.

See, a lot of this anti-virus software, as it filters incoming e-mail, can be set to notify the sender when a message is found to have a virus, worm, whatever. However, the makers of anti-virus software, when they implemented this nifty feature, apparently weren’t aware that most of these worms and virii will forge the from address. So we’re getting thousands of bounces from places we’ve never sent mail to, helpfully informing us that the message we did not send had a virus and was blocked. You’d think that the admins of all those e-mail systems would know better, even if the anti-virus writers didn’t, and disable this feature. But apparently a lot of them don’t.

I remember the Good Times “virus,” which was nothing but a text message that propagated by convincing people to send it to absolutely everyone in the world. I’m wondering if these worms represent the newest trend; rather than human engineering like Good Times, they employ software engineering. They use the anti-virus software itself to clog network resources as it tries to bounce mail to people who never had the virus to start with.

In other news, the kids finally went back to school—for one day this week. Although there’s mutterings in the weather forecast department about the possibility of more snow Sunday night. What the hell is this, winter?

ZAP!

 Geek Wannabe, General  Comments Off
Jan 202004
 

I get this every winter. Walk across the room, reach out to something—ZAP!

Everyone gets some static electricity shocks during the winter. Cold, dry air; no moisture to bleed off those excess electrons; touch something and you get a little shock, maybe even see a little spark. But like everything else I do, I just have to go overboard with it. Apparently I excel in electron storage. When I go to open a door, ZAP! When I go to turn on the kettle, ZAP! When I try to hug my son, ZAP! By mid-winter I’m closing the van door with my elbow, so at least the zap won’t hit the concentration of nerve endings in my hands.

Because I don’t just get zapped. Oh, no, that wouldn’t be nearly as entertaining. What I get is ZAPPED. Like I said, I excel in electron storage, and when I run across a conductor I generally have a lot of electrons to offload. Most of the time you can see the charge arcing across to me. Last night I touched the microwave, and my mate could hear the zap from the other room. My zapped finger hurt for an hour or so afterwards.

Poor Phurball never knows whether he dares come over for a pet or not. I seem glad to see him, but then I zap him—usually right on the nose. Sorry, dude.

Jan 132004
 

It had to happen sooner or later—the Christmas tree was taken down. With his outdoors-on-a-carpet spot gone, Phurball has been forced to return to sleeping on the back of the sofa. Poor cat, how does he endure these hardships I impose upon him.

One super-comfy cat.

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