Guess what?

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My computer has been hacked. I thought I told the guy hooking it up to put in on WPA. Nope, it was on the other, and only 8 digit at that. Someone has been using my system, and my full real name, to post on blogs. How do I know? You know the automatic deal, where you start to type and it auto-completes? Or you click on the sign in blank and you can go to your email address, sign in name, and such? Yeah, when I did that, Doom no longer came up. It was my full real name. I have not seen anything they have blogged or commented in my name, but it is out there. Some "liberal" hacker who cannot handle the truth was doing it, but who knows what damage may have been done.

It took me a bit to figure out how to switch it over tonight, when what was happening dawned on me, or more what to do about it. And with as many numbers as I used, it will be difficult to hack now. As well, I switched it to WPA, of course. I had to really concentrate, and made a mistake on one number between my ISP side and this computer side, so I had to hook in manually, then recheck everything, to get it right. But finally I am on WPA, re-secured (for how long is anyone's guess), and wireless too. That is not as much of a problem as I thought it was going to be. When I first could not log on I thought I might have to just wait until tomorrow and call the office. So, I read another 20 or so Psalms, planning on reading 25 and then sleeping or tinkering. Then a light switch came on and I remembered the router has a cord for direct internet access. Trumpets blared, cymbals clanged, I got a woody and got to work. Done and done. It was my first time. I need a smoke. Ha! I do still worry though, about whether they could have planted something on here. I am not exactly sure how much they can, or did, do, nor how to find out.

I went to talk to the gunsmith, but he took a vacation until Monday, with deer season fast approaching. He will be too busy to do anything for a good long time (and elk, bear, moose, etcetera seasons too). We went out, my neighbor and myself, and put a few downrange anyway. I did not shoot much. I did not bring my pistol as I thought the rifle would be better and I could practice. Oh well. The gunsmiths boss, partner, co-worker was there, but he does not go into the tools. He is merely the merchant part of the program, so I could not even ask about looking at the dovetail adjustment tool or asking about it's price.

I do have to get up and do some of those tasks I have been meaning to do. I actually, with the help of the alarm clock, was able to claw my way out of bed by 10:30 or 11:00, and be showered and mostly presentable by 11:30. Tomorrow I need to do the same. If not earlier.

I cheated on my diet today, I had two fountain Cokes. No, nay, not the little ones, not the medium ones, the ones which tell the diabetic "You are going to die in five!". Yeah baby. And it was goooooood. I would say shoot me, but why, I am doing it for you. And, you are so very welcome. Can I haz iscrame/?! Uhrm, and I might. It is the last of the last. On the good side, rather than using the Gatorade (about 9/10ths of a BIG can, I am going to toss it). You know, the Coka-Cola was not all that great, it was the allowance that was good. Once or twice a week, I have to just go out a bit. That is why I drive 5 mph over the speed limit, to feel freeeee! (In spite of the truth.)

Oh, I spoke with my landlady. There is not a single person wanting to see this apartment. There are two! I have straightened a bit, and cleaned. I have given her permission to come by any time during her work hours and days. I want her to try and call, but if she cannot get me, she may enter at her leisure to show the place until the end of the week, and I will extend that as necessary. She does not show up for work until 13:30 and leaves by 17:30, so it is not a great imposition. It is just keeping the place up to snuff for a whole 2 or 3 days! Did I mention I need to wear a jock strap? Yep, cleaning and the need for jock straps (in sports) are like water and oil, you have to shake it up to make it work. Bah! I preferred caves, real man-caves, with dirt carpets and disposable rock dishes. Bam Bam style. Well, maybe not. But if this works, I will have to send her some flowers and a good mixed fruit bowl for the whole crew here. They actually have been lifesavers, in several ways, and it is a nice inexpensive place to stay.

It seems I have a brother in law. In Christian law that is. It has been very good to have someone to bounce ideas off and to get notions and expansive thoughts back. Now, as we know, law, reading, and all that jazz are not the roots of salvation (though, they do point to the way), but being closer to God through His various means, not the least being His written word if His Son, the living Word would have been better (though just as many failed to see then as now). Still, what we have are pages, hope, faith, and charity (love), today. The hope I try to keep, the faith I have in spades, the charity I try to keep in my heart and in various ways with my wallet, but the book is never ending. So, it is quite good to share this. I almost get the feeling he has read the thing already or something. Ha! It is cool when a long-time blog-mate (or a dozen, many of you seem so inclined, if less vociferous about it) ends up being on the same page, or uhrm, several ahead, life is good. I encourage all to discuss your thoughts. I am quite orthodox, but discussion or debate is not beyond me at all. Besides, it is for a good cause! The Glory of God is upheld with our every faithful utterance, writing, thought and our souls are very much at stake. If you cannot teach, learn, if you cannot learn... Ruh-Rho. You have to burn. Better here and now than then and there. I got a match. *tschitz*

Ha!

Good night, dogs and cats. (even you mixed up ones. :P)