Here is another example of my stupidity, thus making me a bad husband. I arrive home from work rather late Friday night. My wife’s car is gone. I immediately begin to wonder where she is. After all, it’s damn near 4:00 am. I enter the house and look for signs of trouble. Everything is as it should be except that the wife and kids are missing.
I started thinking. “Maybe she thought I was in trouble and went to look for me. Maybe she went to her parent’s house. I know I can be a prick sometimes, but surely she didn’t leave me. She could have left me a note. Oh well, she’ll turn up sometime.”
I grab my book and read a chapter before I turned off the lights and went to sleep. When I awoke this morning, still no wife. I wander around the empty house. As the coffee is brewing, I notice the kittens playing in the kitchen. “I guess I’ll have to feed them.” I thought. As I was going through the animals to be fed checklist, it suddenly dawned on me…. She took the kids camping with her parents this weekend, and was going to set the turtle free. Duh! Now I remember her telling me that! I guess I should have listened. I’m a bad husband who never listens to his wife. Just Damn!
Allow me a chance to recap the events leading up to this post. On Sunday evening, this post suddenly appeared on my Blog. After an intense investigation, the Blog hacker was caught. I had thought up all kinds of fantastic as well as realistic punishments for the hacker. I appreciate your suggestions for punishments. (I thought I was an evil sadistic psycho.)
The punishment prescribed by the power vested in me, by ICANN, as the site owner of “The Dax Files” is as follows:
Two weeks probation whereas the guilty party may not access the Internet from La Casa Montana.
Yea, I know it sounds like a slap on the pinky finger, a gross miscarriage of justice for such a flagrant violation of privacy. See, I’m the Hacker. Well not me literally, it was the lovely and talented Priscilla, my wife, who used my password, accessed my Blog, and posted the entry on August 17, an inside job. However, I am the guilty one. (It’s a marriage thing. Just Damn!)
Evidently, I have been spending too much time at work, reading, sleeping, or Blogging. Hence the phrase “Hello, remember me?” was posted on the Blog. Although Priscilla logged on, using my password, and actually posted to my Blog, without my permission, it’s my fault because she felt I had been ignoring her.
I feel dirty. See, I just invaded another Blogger’s privacy. I was reading tiff ‘s cinnamon-gnome and before I knew it I went searching…. It was like she dared me or something. I couldn’t help myself.
I’ve been reading tiff’s Blog for almost two years. It’s like and old friend. I even tried to De-link it once or twice, but like crack, I kept coming back. I’m not even sure how I found cinnamon-gnome, maybe it was updated on Blogger and I just clicked. Anyway, that Damned Blog was one of the first three Blogs I ever read.
She isn’t political. She isn’t topical. She is personal, but not too personal. Over the years, I’ve followed her through School assignments, and that Bank job. I was there when she graduated, and when she quit the bank. I have been with her on trips back home, when she got her new car, and when she met Tom.
She has a small circle of friends on her Blogroll. I’m not on it. I don’t belong there. I don’t read her friends Blogs. I don’t read her everyday. I just check in now and again to make sure everything is all right.
For a Blog I consider and old friend, I sure treated it like crap. Just Damn!
The inbox is full with about 300 emails yesterday. God only knows how many today. I'm not opening a damn thing. I suggest you don't either. September 10th is a long time away at this rate. Just Damn!
"A bald vagina is a vagina with no emotional edge, indeed, no emotional appeal, which is why prostitutes and female porno stars shave their vaginas. It is not so much to reveal all, confirming men's worst castration fears, but rather to deny emotional entry and create a certain emotional distance...
A naked vagina is too matter of fact to be as sexually stimulating let alone teasing and enticing as a vagina hidden by pubic hair. It affords an emotional hold on what would otherwise be a slippery slope. Removing it makes the female body less seductive, for a stark slit is rather unappetizing -- hardly conducive to foreplay -- however much it invites quick and easy entry, as though telling the man to get it over with."
He didn't have a working link to the post, none the less, I'm not sure if I agree or disagree. Just Damn!
I caught the perpetrator involved in the Hacking of my Blog. After the initial shock, I got angry, not tequila angry, but angry. Besides changing all my passwords, I’ve been fantasizing about what I would do to the Hacker when caught. Yea, it’s easy to say,” I’ll kill the bastard!” That’s just unrealistic.
Before I reveal just who the “perp” is, I want to solicit realistic punishments from you. What would you do if:
Your Blog was hijacked?
You caught the hijacker?
I want realistic suggestions. The “String ‘em up by their ball sack” response, although fun to fantasize about, isn’t feasible.
Ok! This shit ain’t funny! So, last night I’m working on my produce orders and running my shift at about 9:00PM. So, How the hell did THIS post end up on my Blog? Some sneaky son of a bitch has hacked my page.
I log on late last night only to see some post I never made. I stared at it for about ten minutes. It’s really freaking me out. To top it all off, the post gets a friggin’ comment to boot. Just Damn!
So, Who is my hacker? Is it some sneaky server who stole my password? Is it some random Internet terrorist hacking into Blogs?
Ladies and Gentlemen…. We have lift off. Err…1 small step for man, 1 giant step for mankind…Uhhh…. We have the technology; we can rebuild him, better, faster, stronger…. Just Damn!