hacker zero, me one

May 9, 2015

One up for the computer nerd here this evening.

My friend told me today her daughter had been hacked and had not had any emails since 28 April. She gave me her log in details and I told her I would have a look.

The naughty person from Kabul who had hacked her account had set up an auto-forward so any new emails were forwarded to a new bogus email account. They then sent out a “plea for money” email and then deleted her contacts list.  The daughter then worked out she had been hacked, changed her password and the notification was then sent to the bogus email account. With a simple “this was not me” notification to Yahoo, they then had control.

So I reversed all this out, changed the password ( try and guess it this time naughty Kabul hacker person!), and hopefully she is good to go.

Will check again tomorrow just to be sure.




the last laugh

April 18, 2014

Well right about now, there is someone not too far from where I live cursing me. You see six months ago some delightful person hacked into my wifi device and has been using my internet data allowance.

I could not work out why I have been chewing through heaps of data lately. Before Christmas I  bought enough internet data to last me twelve months. You can imagine how puzzled I was when I had used it all by March! So I topped it up for another six months …. this time it only lasted 30 days.

So I checked my usage this morning and saw I had been using the internet in my sleep. Imagine that. A quick call to Optus, they refunded me my “stolen” data and put two new passwords on my account.

Between new passwords and turning the device off when I am not using it, should protect me from any more stolen data allowances.


the joy of receiving a card

April 6, 2014

In this digital world, the hand written word is becoming ​more and more ​scarce. I ​can’t recall the last time I received a written letter in my mailbox. ​A card very occasionally but usually it is an email or text. ​But ​despite the preference for all things digital, we have a ​special ​lady at my bridge club ​who always manages to add a bit of brightness to someone’s day. And she does it the old fashioned way … with a pen and card. ​

J, the personal messages lady is busy ​every week writing cards and sharing a bit of sunshine around. Whether it’s a 90th birthday, a bereavement, get well soon, congratulations or a simple thank you – she is the lady who looks after it all. All clubs function on the goodwill of volunteers and I think the role J does for our club is important. Often they generate another thank you card in return but that just reinforces the good manners and etiquette that ​most of ​our players display.