Crisis Week

Monday was an interesting day at work. For no apparent reason, two grown men decided to go at each other right in the middle of the library. When I came out of the stacks after hearing several f-bombs at high volume, I saw one of the librarians, who is about four-foot nothing and maybe 80 pounds if you dunked her in water fully clothed, standing between two 6-foot-plus men standing toe-to-toe with one pulling back his fist. I accelerated to warp, got between them and had one moving to the door and the other sitting down in about 10 seconds. After escorting the one I already had moving to his car and making sure he drove off, I went back in and made sure Asshat #2 was sitting quietly. (Oddly, he was; probably had something to do with me telling him that if I came back in and he wasn't sitting quietly, he would find himself skipping across the parking lot on his backside.) Then I went back to shelving books. No big. Just another day in central Florida. Then the cop shows up. Then the backup cop shows up. Somehow in the few seconds it took to end the fracus, ten people called 911 to report a fight in the library. So I did my blab with the first cop, which wasn't much other than telling him I got one of the guys to his car and by the time he left, he was apologizing and shaking my hand, and the other guy was playing innocent. The cop gave me a knowing look: I'm sure he hears that a lot. "I didn't do nutin'!" Anyway, he grilled the other guy for about ten minutes, then walked him out to his car to make sure the other guy wasn't waiting in the parking lot. Then the cop and the librarian had to do a bunch of paperwork. And in less than 45 minutes, it was like nothing had happened.

Except my co-workers going on and on about what a great job I did and how I saved the librarian and wasn't I scared the guy had a gun and how authoritative I was, yada yada yada. When I was talking to Debbie about it while we were making dinner Monday night, I told her that by the time I came in for my next shift on Thursday, they'd have me flying around the library in spandex and a cape. And the world really isn't ready for me in spandex. Or a cape.

Anyway, our other bit of drama this week was with my Yahoo e-mail account that I've had practically since there was Yahoo Mail. The first sign of trouble was when I logged into my account yesterday morning to find over 100 e-mail messages when I normally have only one or two. They were all bounce-backs from bad e-mail addresses hanging out in my address book. Ruh roh. The bounce-back's contained nothing but a link to a web page on a domain that looked suspiciously like a Russian porn site/phishing scam site. Double ruh roh. Then I started getting e-mails from people wanting to know why I was sending out spam. Mega ruh roh.

At least I could get into my account, so I was pretty sure They hadn't accessed it; usually the first thing They do is change the password. But after burning out my retinas looking at headers, it looks like they were able to somehow grab my address book from outside my account, and send out e-mails with the headers spoofed to make the e-mail appear at first glance to come from inside my account. None of that is particularly difficult if someone were to find a back door into the Yahoo Mail system. I changed my password, deleted my address book, then delete deleted the deleted addresses from the special do-you-really-want-to-delete-these folder, forwarded any important saved messages to a different e-mail account, deleted every e-mail and folder, then purged the Trash and Spam folders. So far today, nothing more seems to have gone out. If this doesn't fix it, I'll just delete the account, although I'll have to spend the next couple weeks finding and changing every web site that uses that address for a contact or, worse, a user ID. (A practice which should, in my ever-so-humble opinion, be banned from the internet.)

So other than all that, not much going on. We did some very preliminary research into our possible move that may or may not happen. We got a lot done, but we really don't have much more in the way of definite plans than we did a couple weeks ago. A lot of pieces need to fall just right for this to happen; otherwise, we're just staying in our dark little ghetto apartment.

An Italian town has banned death. "Unfortunately, two elderly citizens disobeyed." Yea, that will happen. Gotta keep an eye on those old people.

The Jumpstart Our Business Startups (JOBS; clever, right?) bill is sitting on Obama's desk. At least one group of people are excited by the prospects this bill will open up: con men.

[Ex-con man Mark L. Morze] says he’s baffled that President Barack Obama plans to sign a law today that amounts to an open invitation for fraud. “I wish legislators would consult with people like me before they write something like this,” he says, sounding dead serious about the offer. “I could tell them, ‘I know what your intent was with this wording, but we can get around it so easily, it cracks me up.”’

Yea, really cracks me up too. The safest place for the average person's money remains a coffee can buried under the house.

The Trayvon Martin case continues to be a hot topic with the no-nothing talking heads and our no-nothing president. From where I sit, it looks to me as if no one will be happy until downtown Sanford is looted and burned. Not that I care; we have no stake in anything here, and if the worst happens, we can be gone in a matter of hours. The nice thing about living like a tumbleweed is that we never have substantial roots. A former cop has probably the most rational summary of the whole mess I've seen to date if you want real information about the case.

Well, I need to get ready for another exciting day of shelving books and bouncing asshats.