Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Hacked

While I was recovering from having a broken tooth (with an exposed nerve and a long and healthy root) pulled with not much more than fancy pliers (hold that image) some cocksucker was hacking my email. I spent all day yesterday staring at my computer trying to figure out why I couldn't get into my email.  Google had shut me down due to "suspicious activity" on my account. I had no idea what that meant and Phillip was busy so I could only stare at my computer and wonder as I held my throbbing jaw in my hand. I'm apparently the only person with a computer and a twitter account who doesn't have a smart phone and can't receive a text message.

When Phillip checked in we discovered I'd been attacked in a Brute Force Hack by some fucker with an IP in Saudi Arabia. They took all my email. Emptied me out. Took everything. Thank god I don't bank on line. But I do shop on line. What amazes me is that all the security in the world won't stop a Brute Force Hack.

To those of you who were on the receiving end of the email that went out with my name as the sender, I'm terribly sorry.  I was lying in bed suffering from a very difficult tooth extraction and a series of migraines. I still am. Every key stroke hurts.  The light of the screen hurts. I hadn't even looked at my computer in three days.

I'm one of those people who's allergic to narcotics, so along with the pain meds I have to take Compazine to keep from puking up the pain pill. One 7.5mg Lortab doesn't cut the pain; it just takes the edge off.  And no, I don't have a dry socket. I have a horribly battered mouth. Have you ever broken a tooth off below the gum line across the nerve and then had to have it pulled? It's a perfectly healthy, very long root, but it can't be saved. So, out it comes, the old fashioned way. With Novocain, and plenty of it, but nothing much more than very fancy pliers and the dentists muscle. God my mouth hurts. I won't be talking much for awhile. Don't forget me twitter.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Dear Rick Santorum, Does Your Wife Know You're Calling Me?

You call late at night. I won't pick up the phone when caller ID says "Out of Area." Are you calling from Costa Rica? Are you hiking the Appalachian Trail? Are you calling with one of those throw away phones? What gives Rick? I appreciated the Happy Valentines message. That was sweet. I tried to call you in Costa Rica, but I still must not have a good phone number there because no one answered and your voice isn't on the answering message. Rick, why so secretive?

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Mitt, the Better We Get to Know You, the Less We Like You

The GOP primaries are so boring to me I've about given up writing about them. It figures that as a Democrat I wouldn't like them all that much, but in years past, I've found GOP electoral politics fairly fun. Not this year. This year, despite what should be something like a carnival, with all the fun of a freak-show, I've just about had enough. The most interesting thing about Mitt Romney to me is that this man once thought it was just fine to take his family on a vacation with their Irish Setter strapped in a pet carrier to the roof of the car for twelve hours. I think twelve hours in a pet carrier for an Irish Setter is animal abuse.

It was telling to me that even Mitt knew that once he was forced to release even one year of his tax returns we'd like him even less, and he was right. I suppose there are those of us who wouldn't have cared all that much that he'd have been in a minus 15% tax bracket, but those off-shored accounts raised eyebrows with even some fussy GOPers. Go figure. Maybe they didn't mind the accounts in the Cayman Islands so much, but  Swiss Accounts? Now that's just downright snooty.

And if you are a real Christian, Mitt, why can't talk about your Christianity (if it really is Christianity) in a way that doesn't give us all the creeps. You're stiffer than that Quaker crook Nixon. Because when asked on a survey about the "once you've gotten to know the candidate" do you like him more now that you've gotten to know him better?" the answer is a resounding "NO, LESS!'

And the bad news for the GOP overall is that turnout is down in the primaries. Go ahead CPAC. Spend Your Billions on Negative Ads.

Now I think I'll take a nap.