So I’ve been using Ubuntu for a while, I really, really liked it. Had a bit of a tussle with the fonts and shockwave content and well, I didn’t like the email program I tried, but overall, I was tickled pink to be free from the Evil Empire of Microsoft.
I was using Open Office, yahoo messenger, firefox browser, life was good. Heck, I even started to play different solitaire versions and even some mah-johng.
I have to say, it was pretty easy switch, once I got my own kinks worked out, nothing real major.
Until 2 days ago, when I started having problems. Can’t get to google. Can’t get to my bank…everything is just being squirrely.
My machine was hacked. No, I don’t know how, I don’t know why. Evidently, they didn’t change any of my passwords or drain my bank account, so I don’t know what they were up to. (Yes, I’ve changed everything) However, I did format my hard drive today and reinstalled windows since I didn’t really have the know how to figure out what sort of root kit they may have installed on my machine. So here I am, back in Windows. Bill Gates little bitch. Although I have Open Office still and insist on Firefox, the OS is all his.
So fuck you you cocksucking, lowlife, pondscum drinking douche bag. Fuck you. You are probably yet another little fucking script kiddie that I have been dealing with since my first modem, who doesn’t have the god damned sense to learn to do something right. If you want to be a hacker, at least be a good one you stupid fuck. Clicking a fucking button doesn’t make you l33t.
Now, I will take some responsibility here because I ventured into the world of Ubuntu without knowing every little thing about it, updated it regularly and thought gee, it’s my little contribution to a little bit better planet.
Yes my system was fully updated at the time we found the hack, however, I work mainly on the weekend so I may have had a day or two without doing the updates.
God damn it. Hack for world peace, hack because your fucking kid is hungry and you need the money. Having to spend 5 hours fixing my shit for you to do NOTHING is a ridiculous way to spend a day. Especially a day when I am already worried about losing my house AND my car. Especially when I am waiting to see who is going to knock on my door today and want money.
I gotta worry about you, you little, incompetent, script monkey. I hope when Bill Gates has us all by the short and curlies, your short and curly is first against the wall.
Go graffiti your own home. Smash your own head against the wall. You certainly aren’t using it for anything.
And yes, I’d almost rather them drain my bank account, so we could track the fuckers and I’d have a better reason for being broke than my husband keeps making bad decisions.
The good news is, Eudora still is the best email program ever.