At your service, digs.
So I was walking by the lunch room of a school I do part time IT work, and one veteran that was a teacher was talking to Microsoft about an infection happening in his laptop.
I was just passing by and my “spidey” senses tingled. Quick look, at screen… * Ugly looking garish text and graphics in the web page with an 800 number to call to “Microsoft”, * No “Microsoft” in that warning page, it was mostly a numeric URL. * “Classic” boiler room chatting in the phone call.
Even though he is a veteran he did respect my IT knowledge and my quick assessment of the situation and he quickly reported to the “Technical Support” that the call was over as he was most likely a ransom-ware operator from Asia as the call most likely came from as I found sites that reported that number with that kind of fraudulent activity. I just came in just before the instructor was going to offer his credit card information. :eek:
Later I confirmed that I made the right call, Microsoft would not ask to help that way and the infection was only happening on his Firefox browser.
So while it felt great to literally save the day for a veteran I have a few words for the ransom people:
You Panda Piss, Baboon assholes, Frog-Humping Sons of Bitches ransom-ware crooks! Go infect Bing and be useless!
My work schedule is f*cked up. I’ve been on the 4AM shift ever since New Current Employer took over. That’s fine, I’m used to it. Manager suddenly did a 180 and stuck me on the closing shift, followed by a 4AM shift, followed by a middle-of-the-morning shift. I haven’t been able to ask why yet. I heard from a coworker, though, it’s because Manager wants “somebody in the same age bracket to talk with” because “Manager is sick of dealing with kids”.
Well, OK, I can understand that. But you don’t f*ck around with somebody’s body clock just because you’re lonely for same-age company, y’know? I’ll let it slide this time, but next time you pull this, you’d better believe I’ll say something and say it LOUDLY enough to shame you.
(I’m pissed off, can’t you tell?)
For maybe the fourth time this month I had some asshole pull in front of me and not evince the least amount of effort to reach the posted speed limit. Today, a car full of teenage cunts did the same, but when I tried overtake them they sped up so I couldn’t merge back into the proper lane. Had to go nearly 90 in a 55 zone before that fucking bitch let me pass. They also had the audacity to flip me off, too.
They should be thankful I don’t believe in carrying firearms.
:mad::mad::mad:::mad:
The woman who sits behind me at the football games, first thing she does when she gets to the game is dump her 16 oz bottle of water on the ground. Does that water just absorb into the cement? No it does not. It waterfalls over the edge, onto all my stuff, and I have to stand in a puddle of water the whole game.
She has done this at both home games so far.
Or vice versa… Emphasis added.
Epithets are as bad as reckless driving. Gotcha.
Yeah, that’s a big word. I was with you on the slow drivers who pull out in front of you expecting you to slow down by 50% but eew. Not that word. Not even here. And I can swear like David Mamet’s sailor ancestors.
I would like to congratulate the board on making it almost 2 whole days into the month with only 4 rants. We must be having a pretty nice weekend. 
(don’t pit me for smiling in the pit. This is 'Merica)
I really, really wish that my friend would send his wife the hell back to Canada. She was tolerable, almost pleasant the first few days they were here. Then after my roommates’ wedding she started showing her true colors. Today she came over, dragging her cross behind her, in full Pityme McVictim mode.
“You didn’t say hello to me when we came in!”
That is true. What is also true is we all know you were fighting with your husband (a good friend of everyone else who was in the room) right before you came over, you were a sulky bitch when you came in, you didn’t say hello either, and we were all in the middle of a conversation/movie viewing at the time so we didn’t know you were there until you stalked out of the room talking on your phone.
Also, don’t expect us to stop talking and roll out the red carpet whenever someone comes into the room. First of all, we’re Irish so we’ll never shut up until the heat death of the universe, and second of all this was a family get-together not a formal meeting with the Queen of England. We’re trying to bring you into the family but you’re not letting us. You’re actively preventing us, in fact.
Long story short, you earned that forty-five minute talk about love and communication you got from Irish Dad. Count yourself lucky you only got three-quarters of an hour. He’s given twenty-six hour lectures before.
Wow, can I bribe the DNA analysis sites to proclaim me Irish?
Or can you just adopt me, so I can share your Irish Dad?
The Mini-Rants have been sluggish for a while. The Stupid Republican Ideas thread has slowed down, too.
I wonder if a lot of Dopers are like me. I’m spending most of my time reading the Trump threads. With a huge tub of popcorn…
You couldn’t merge back into the lane behind them?
And then I jump to Mother Jones and to any newspapers that are still on speaking terms with my non-paying ass. I probably should drop MJ some money, but for some reason I find it irritating that they post these big “it’s deductible!!!” signs and no for me it’s not 
I wasn’t inclined to find out if they would just slow down again just to fuck around with me.
Got a phone message on Friday apparently from the Canada Revenue Agency informing me that I was guilty of “tax evasion and tax fraud”, and that I had better call the provided number real quick or else they would see me in “tax court”.
This might have been really disturbing except for a few things:
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[li]My federal taxes are all up to date and documented as such.[/li][/ul]
[ul]
[li]Over the last couple of years, there has been a documented epidemic of fake calls trying to collect money in the guise of “back taxes” from very stupid people.[/li][/ul]
[ul]
[li]There is no such thing as a “tax court”, but then, there is no such thing in Canada as the “IRS” either, and these fuckers have been claiming to be from the “IRS” until they recently found out there was no such thing in Canada.[/li][/ul]
[ul]
[li]Neither the IRS in the US nor the CRA in Canada ever make phone calls for tax collection until after a great deal of written correspondence, by which time the taxpayer has been aware for years of his liability; they never leave threatening messages; and above all they never leave any messages on an answering system (that could be accessed by anyone) containing federally protected information about implied personal tax liabilities.[/li][/ul]
Of course I never called these fuckers back, but from what I’ve read, if you do, it turns out that the Government of Canada will cheerfully accept iTunes gift cards or just about any other gift cards as a form of settlement for your taxes. Which I think is very magnanimous of them.
Listen you fuckers in Bangladesh or China or wherever the fuck you’re hiding under a rock, you need to step up your game a little so it’s at least a bit of a challenge even for the mentally deficient.
Just 4 times in a month? I probably average that in a day, and I’m on the road 6 days a week most weeks. You get to where the idiots that don’t understand the concept of an acceleration plane are barely noticeable. It’s the ones that are in the far left lane of 4 who suddenly decide they really want this exit, and the 2 cars and one semi they need to cut off to make it will have no problem avoiding a collision that stand out.
When I ride my bike to work, I get there in a much better mood. It’s not the exercise, it’s the lack of sitting behind idiots in traffic. In fact, there’s a stretch where the bike path runs parallel to the congested inbound lanes; I try to count the number of cars I whiz past, but it’s hundreds.
Twice I’ve gone over the handlebars (once from being hit by an SUV), and I was STILL happier than if I’d been stuck in traffic.
Sounds taxing.
Opened up our mailbox today to find not mail, but that it was swarming with ants and their ant eggs.
Not sure why the ants thought the mailbox was a good place to stash their eggs, but a good shot of Raid and some paper towels cleared them out. Looked on the ground around the post but no signs of any anthill/nest there, and no sign of any ants climbing up and down the mailbox post.
Guess they just wanted a penthouse.
Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant dead ant dead ant dead ant dead ant.
Does anyone not get this?