Every once in a while, I get an email from a friend, but it's not really from them. The copy is usually pretty generic, or has nothing to do with them at all, and it invites me to click on a link. I usually delete the email and think to myself, "Poor sucker got hacked. Glad I'm too smart for that."
Well . . . um . . . you see, the thing is . . . it happened to me. I got some emails earlier this week from friends, asking, "uh, did you mean to send this to me?" And I was appalled. I got suckered. I know who did it, too -- Seth Myers of Saturday Night Live fame, via his Twitter feed. The tweet didn't make a lot of sense, but I figured he was a comedian and maybe he was making some sort of joke. Turns out the joke was on me.
The upside of computer problems is that it gives me an excuse to talk to my personal IT guru, my stepson Ben. He walked me through Spybot and Adblock Plus and answered some other computer questions I had been saving up for the next time I talked to him. He and his lovely bride seem to be doing well, but he sounded tired -- you gotta work a lot of hours to make a living at the wages WalMart pays.
Then, as a bonus, I put his mother on the line, which I know made Louise's night. That felt good.
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