I wrote the following poem Monday afternoon, May 12. It’s kind of silly little poem but it was written out of complete frustration after my computer froze with a trojan virus Sunday evening. The Trend Micro PC-cillin Anti Virus protection did not do it’s job and protect my pc……even with a firewall. I now have two things protecting my computer. Plus, back up….something that I never thought I’d need……. Stupid girl.:irked:
I lost a ton of things I’d written over the last ten years, pages and pages of geneology info when I was searching for a lost sister, plus the hundreds of photos I’d scanned in. I know it’s in here somewhere. I’m going to call a computer guru I know who is a genius and doesn’t charge an arm and a leg. He will be able to dig out my most important stuff. I have hard copies of many of the older poems, but anything that was written in the last ten years is gone. Luckily, I still have ‘hard copies’ of all my art. I was so gung ho about Opera and planning which poems to put up next. That will have to wait as I gather up what I have, then send my computer out to be searched. It’s funny how addicted I’ve become to it. I hated the computer when I first got one ten years ago.
May 11, 2008
The day the earth stood still
Or,
the day the virus killed
Everything I had written
In the last ten years.
Made by a human
A marauder no doubt.
To fulfill a dream of power
He threw his rot all about.
All the papers I’d written
All the poems I’d composed
Everything gone
When the pc froze.
My desktop turned pink
Porn flashed in my face
A bunch of stupid pop ups
Of everything you can think.
No back up I had
Didn’t think I would need it
How naive could I be
I know…
it’s my bad.
I thought…I’m old
Who would bother with me
Now I know for sure
The marauder’s laughing
with glee.
thesnakeandiandthebutterfly 
Nice one..:D
Thank you. I love your site and have a thing for birds. Very interesting info.
Its a pleasure..:D :up:
Arrrghhhh, I run 360 on my pc's and the mac seems to be exempt. I have always beenconfident with Norton. I do though, back up consistantly, I make two copies it seems of everything, as well as whats on the hard drive. I like opera very much, I never got into facebok or others, but there seems to be a innocence that is refreshing here, and a culture mix that fortells fo a new time. Blah, Blah, Blah. Ok here is my thought, though you lost some work, it might be a sign that you need to write and post more. Your work is honest, and for me… that is what I like best. anywho, I'll x my fingers for recovery of your disk.
I offer you my best wishes for recovery of all the "lost" information.The "data" is likely to still be on that hard-drive and providing it has not been written over with further or fresh data your IT friend should be able to recover much of what is still in there. There are, as you probably know, firms who specialize in recovery of data but if your friend can do it for you then so much the better.I run a macbook myslef and while I am never complacent I am glad I migrated from Windows to mac (unix) osx system. I like your poem very much. Inspiration manifests it self is so many ways, I'm sorry it had to be through what has happened. Best wishes :up:LOKU
horrible.i suffer for all your work.buy an USB connected external back up storage drive – prices are low -it will let you sleep better. :yes:
Thanks Clance, LP and ombolan. Once I got everything back in its place and renamed, I put all my writing on a USB and all other files, including all the photos, were copied on discs. Everything seems to be back to normal now except for my memory as I am trying to remember the few poems that were permanently lost. 😦
:up:
there will be new ideas :king:
The Fourth Verse is incredible. It made me laugh and laugh — I know you wrote this poem out of frustration, but … 😆 :up:
Oh, my! 😮
😆 I laugh about it now too. My computer guy went through and deleted or renamed a few things, then gave it back to me, saying he didn't want to delete anything I might want. I will always wonder if he saw any of those porn pics that got downloaded. :eyes: I had to click on each one to see what it was so I had to see the stuff all over again. During the crash, it was very fast flashing so it wasn't too fun seeing them one at a time.
sometimes i wonder if all the accumulation of poems essays and pictures will matter to anyone once i am gone. it’s just attachment to my self, i guess…..
Scott, I know what you mean. I do love my poems, not so much my writings/journals, as they are mainly accounts of different situations and my frustrations/reactions to them. Some I’d rather no one sees probably. They’d be surprised with some of what I say. I’m not so much a person who spouts off, says whatever they are thinking, but write it down just to get it off my chest.