This new virus is fun. SirCam (I don’t know who came up with the name) is yet another Windows virus that sends out e-mail. This one is a little different, though, than Love Bug and the like. This gets e-mail address from the web browser’s cache, and sends out random files from the user’s My Documents folder.
Ah, the mail I’ve gotten.
Cherry Hill Land Rover sent me their customer list.
John Callaham sent me several term papers, and an essay on Jimmy Buffett.
Dean Anderson sent me some entries from his journal.
Chuck Gallegos sent me information on the The Book Of Esther study group that meets every Tuesday morning at the church. (It’s led by Pat Vanderhorst.)
Anthony Ronzo sent me a list of his DVDs. I don’t think much of his taste, which ranges from “102 Dalmations” to “Battlefield Earth,” “Monkey Bone” to “Emperor’s New Groove.”
Perhaps my favorite is a cheer, sent to me by Stephen Bausum.
I’m sexy, I’m cute, I’m popular to boot, I’m bitching, great hair, the boys all love to stare! I’m wanted, I’m hot, I’m everything your not! I’m pretty, I’m cool, we dominate this school!!! Who am I? Just Guess! Guys wanna touch my chest! I’m rocking, I smile, and many think I’m vile! We fly and we jump, you can look but don’t you hump! We scream and we roar, I swear I’m not a whore! We cheer and we lead, we act like we’re on speed! Hate us cuz we’re beautiful, but we don’t like you either! We’re cheerleaders, we are cheerleaders!
roll call mama molly muah
These people have no idea that they’ve e-mailed me, least of all that they’ve sent me these things. I’ve gotten hundreds of documents, many of which are quite private. I feel like I should e-mail them back and thank them for the glimpse into their lives.
I called that Land Rover dealer today. I talked at the girl that answered the phone for about a minute, explaining why I was calling. I told her about the virus, about what they’d sent me, about the information that it contained, about how they could shut it down. I finally stopped, to give her a chance to apologize, express horror, or express whatever emotion had captured her. Instead, she asked me a question.
“Excuse me?”