Riona (
rionaleonhart) wrote2008-11-12 08:55 pm
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Way To Go, Self.
DEAR EVERYONE: shoebox_project was hacked, and I clicked the links the hacker posted, because I'm stupid, and apparently these links have been known to install keyloggers on clickers' computers, and I have run a virus scan but it has not detected anything, which is actually slightly less reassuring than running a scan and having it say 'yeah, you had a problem but now we have fixed it!', so, er.
SO THERE IS A CHANCE THAT SOMEBODY WILL HACK INTO MY LIVEJOURNAL AND DELETE ALL OF MY ENTRIES.
This would not be awesome. So, er, if all of my entries suddenly disappear and I post an entry with a suspicious-looking link to a site that ends with '.ru', don't click, guys.
I politely request that you all write 'sorry you're so stupid' snippets of fanfiction about Jensen and Jared in the comments. (By '"sorry you're so stupid" fanfiction' I mean fanfiction to distract me from thinking 'you're an idiot, Riona', but if you would like to write Jared/Jensen fanfiction with 'sorry you're so stupid' as a prompt, please do!)
SO THERE IS A CHANCE THAT SOMEBODY WILL HACK INTO MY LIVEJOURNAL AND DELETE ALL OF MY ENTRIES.
This would not be awesome. So, er, if all of my entries suddenly disappear and I post an entry with a suspicious-looking link to a site that ends with '.ru', don't click, guys.
I politely request that you all write 'sorry you're so stupid' snippets of fanfiction about Jensen and Jared in the comments. (By '"sorry you're so stupid" fanfiction' I mean fanfiction to distract me from thinking 'you're an idiot, Riona', but if you would like to write Jared/Jensen fanfiction with 'sorry you're so stupid' as a prompt, please do!)
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Am mid-journal back-up (http://ljbackup.yamnet.co.uk/) anyway, just in case.
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I've been backing up my journal for a while, but it would still be incredibly rubbish if I had to rebuild my Internet home.
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Man, hackers, I was supposed to spend this evening working on my data analysis project. You guys are gits.
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Or possibly we'll both get hacked together.
Also: Shoebox! We barely knew ye!
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The hugs are appreciated, though.
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~o.o.o~
"Aw, man, I've been hacked!"
"Really?" Jared peered over Jensen's shoulder. "Idiot! That's what you get for clicking random links on some British fan's journal."
"Well most of it is stuff about us. How was I supposed to know they were bad links?" He pouted a bit, which made him look like a cross child. "At least I backed my journal up. And I don't think this chick actually knew what the links were. Even if she does look evil in that one picture."
Jared patted his shoulder, almost as if to say 'Sorry you're so stupid.'
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WAS FIREFOX TRYING TO PROTECT ME ALL ALONG??????
OH FIREFOX, ARE YOU MORE VALIANT AND TRUE THAN I HAVE PREVIOUSLY SUSPECTED?
oh my god please don't steal my livejournal, hackers.
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WHY DO YOU HATE MY JOURNAL, FIREFOX?
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I hope your Livejournal doesn't get stolen, anyway. And, uh, yeah. Hugs to you.
I'm sorry if this comment sounds brusque; I am absolutely cream crackered.
...have some tea?
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Oh, all right, you are forgiven if you're exhausted.
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Thought Number Two: SHOEBOX NOOOOOOO. That's nineteen thousands kinds of suck! What a crappy thing to wake up to.
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"Fine. I'm very, very sorry that you're so stupid. Seriously did you not watch the show before agreeing to go on it?"
"I did!" Jensen pouted. "They didn't say the tall guy was gay! I thought it was the guy with the hair!"
"Seriously? Jeremy Clarkson flirts with every guest he's ever had. And you decided to go out for drinks with him."
"Why aren't you all jealous that he kissed me?" Jensen folded his arms. "Aren't you supposed to be all 'Grr, argh, protect my boyfriend!'?"
"He's on another continent. And you haven't stopped brushing your teeth since you got back."
"He invited me back, you know."
"Yeah?"
"I might do it. Just to piss you off."
"Fine." Jared sighed. "Grr, argh, protect my boyfriend. Why I oughtta...ooh, that Clarson...happy now?" He sat down next to Jensen on the couch.
Jensen kept sulking. "What is it about me and guys who are freakishly tall and incredibly annoying?"
"It's the model face, dude." Jared leaned in for a kiss. "We keep thinking you're a chick."
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"It's the model face, dude." Jared leaned in for a kiss. "We keep thinking you're a chick."
I love them so much when they make fun of each other. Also, Jensen on Top Gear would be excellent. Especially if Clarkson flirted with him or made inappropriate remarks, as of course he would.
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I'd use a spyware program (I like Spybot: Search and Destroy, possibly as the idea of spyware being destroyed makes me feel better... or something.) to be safe. I'm fairly lucky in that the one time I clicked an infected link, Zone Alarm kicked in with "THIS PAGE IS TRYING TO ACCESS YOUR COMPUTER AND INSTALLING SPYWARE*. Go/terminate?" Me: Eep! -clicks terminate- And my spyware scan thankfully picked up nothing.
*Possibly paraphrased.
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"And?" Jared asked, and then looked over. "Oh shit, what did you find this time? 'Cause if it's worse than the one where we were both impregnated by a squid, I don't want to know."
"No, it's this big ass essay on how I'm the perfect man, except not, or something."
"What's wrong with that?"
"She mentioned my freckles were like caramel. Caramel, dude. You know what this means?" Jensen looked rather freaked out.
"That she needs to find a less cheesy way to describe stuff?"
"No! It clearly means that they all want to eat me! My fangirls wanted to me, Jared!"
Jared burst out in laughter. "They do not want to eat you, man, they probably want to lick caramel of your freckles, something like that."
"Well, I suppose that is better than crazy cannibalistic fans," Jensen said, although he still looked vaguely worried. "I still don't get the obsession with my freckles or the caramel, though."
Jared grinned. "Why don't I get some caramel and show you?"
Also, if your LJ gets hacked I will hunt the hacker down and bone their dog.
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I think that makes this ficlet ten times better.
(And thank you so much! Ahahaha, I saw some snippets of that essay. Madness.)
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THIS TURNED OUT WAY LONGER THAN I EXPECTED IT TO.
Sadly, I do not know enough about Jared and Jensen to write you fic for them. Here, have this bizarre...something instead.
"Pika pik~a, pipipikaCHU."
Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"What the hell is this thing?"
"I'm not...sure." Sam titled his head, observing the creature. "It looks a bit like a rat, doesn't it? Maybe it's a mutant rat."
"Sam, that is the dumbest--"
"PIKAPIKAPIKACHUPIKACHUCHU."
"Whoa. I think you made the little guy angry."
"Hey! Do you think he can understand us?" He crouched down to get a better look at the bright yellow thing. "Do you understand us?"
"Pika!" The little creature nodded empathetically.
"Can you talk?"
"Pi-pi-pi."
"Okay uh, that's a 'no'--"
"PIKACHU"
"--or a yes!" Sam amended hastily. "Okay, you can talk. Just that we can't understand you."
"Chu."
"All right. Well then. Can you maybe show us where you came from? Or--"
"Sam, you're being a moron," Dean interrupted. "Who cares? It's not even hostile. Look at the thing--it shouldn't be able to do anything. Just kick it somewhere and let's go. We're after the thing the reports have been about, remember? Giant, skulking guy with a huge weird metal hat and a terrible taste in skirts. Not a yellow rat."
"Chu..."
"Uh, Dean?" Sad said warily, backing away. "I think you made it mad."
Dean rolled his eyes. "And?"
"Seriously man, I think it's cheeks might be crackling or something and--"
"PI. KA. CHUUUUU."
"AUGH OH FUCKING GOD SHIT OW."
When Dean woke up, the little rat was nowhere to be seen, and Sam was staring down at him. Dean spared a passing thought at how Sam had managed to grow even more freakishly tall before he realized that he was on the ground sitting against a tree. And why he was sitting against a tree. "The little fucker tazered me!"
"You were making fun of it," Sam told him, shrugging. "All he wanted to do was find his friend."
"What? What friend? Another little yellow mutant rat with lighting cheeks? Are we about to have a plague or something? Shit. What kills mutant electric rats?"
"We don't kill any of them," Sam corrected, exasperated. "We forget about them, since he went home with his friend and neither of them knew about metal-hat guy. And his name was Pikachu, by the way."
"There's a shocker."
Sam blinked. "Dean, that was a horrible, horrible pun."
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing. I said that I'm sorry you're so stupid."
Dean snorted and, for once, didn't comment. "Let's go before we get attacked by more florescent woodland creatures."
"Well maybe if you tried being nicer to them--"
"Shut up."
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I've backed up my journal and changed my password and I'm downloading Google's Spyware Doctor.. I'm just wondering, mainly, why Firefox blocked the link for some people but not for others. What, does Firefox not think my journal is good enough?
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(In case anyone cares, my AdAware Free picked up on it and, I think, got rid of it.)