She’s finishing a novel—a critical scene—and we usually leave the word processors up when playing games. We were playing Guild Wars last evening.
So…well, likely that has nothing to do with it. Word Perfect has its screwy notions.
At any rate, about the time I went to bed last night—she discovered her day’s work was blitzed, and not just any day’s work. The file had lost its end-of-file EOF pointer. And the back end is out there somewhere, likely, but not appearing in WP.
She’s been a little short of sleep lately—you get that way on end-of-book crunch, when all the ideas have to be woven in…and needless to say, when I got up (it was still pre-dawn) –she was out there at her work station, trying to reconstruct. She’s got the front end: it survived. I fed her breakfast. She says she thinks Wesley did it.
Thank God for sense of humor. It’s better than jumping off a cliff, by far.
Jane’s going to be reconstructing yesterday’s work…which is by no means easy. I plan to hand her food at appropriate times and try to keep the house quiet.
One wonders if Phoenix’s nav comp (or Navigator) lost sector pointer….
I think they downloaded something really bad off a gambling site.
“MY NAME IS THOMAS AQUINAS MTUMBA, A BARISTER OF THE LONDON BAR. MY CLIENT WHO IS A PRINCE OF NIGERIA NEEDS YOUR ASSISTANCE WITH A SMALL MATTER OF FINANCE…”
“So, Cameron,” said engineer’s mate Sam Jones, “are you going to actually help this guy? This has ‘scam’ written all over it.”
“No, no, it’s completely on the level,” the navigator said, “it came in through our trusted network, and our spam filters are so well-tuned, nothing gets past them! This guy just wants to get a ticket on the next outbound colony ship, and given the troubles in his homeland, who wouldn’t?”
“Just don’t use a StarCorp terminal, okay? Your personal one. Whoops, shift starts soon, gotta run…”
After Sam left, he did the math. Thirty minutes to get to his quarters in the pre-lauch chaos just to get to his tablet and send the text, then thirty minutes back. Phoenix would be starting their launch clock in forty, he had to be at his station by then. It would be one quick text, corporate had top-of-the-line network protections, what harm could it possibly do…?
(don’t panic, it’s a joke, I haven’t actually been hacked or spammed)
Lol!
Me too.