Yahoo recently issued a warning for all us users to change our passwords due to compromised email accounts by Hackers. There’s just one problem. I forgot my password three months ago and the answer to my security question as well. (Too many people knew that my childhood dog was called Ginger (big Gilligan’s Island fan) so I decided to be tricky and pick one of my favorite authors instead of a canine name. But now I’ve got brain-fog (Menopausal symptom #11, google it) over which writer I picked way back then. I’ve already tried Hemingway and Fitzgerald.
Turns out you cannot change your password to something new unless you know the old one. So the good news is, all I need to do is 1) CounterHack into my own account when the hacker is looking the other way or going to the bathroom 2) get my old password back 3) Reset it to keep him out for good. Viola!
As you can tell by this post so far, I’m a “Hack Writer” so I think it’s rather fitting that I be one of the first people getting Hacked. However, If I’m not successful at a “Hackback,” (which is kinda like a Pingback?) it’s because I don’t drive a hatchback and I never had a knack for Hackeysack, which is clearly a drawback, so just cut me some slack. Having said all that, (and not very easily, mind you!) perhaps I can persuade my Professional Hacker to answer a few questions about my emails instead? So Mr. Hacker, if you’re reading this – – I just need to satisfy my curiosity before you lock me out of my account forever.
C’mon just tell me this much – – while you were poking around inside my Inbox, did you happen to notice if my novel got an acceptance letter from an agent? Or if my old boyfriend ever got back to me about meeting for coffee to see if we could rekindle something? Man, this dog/author name thing is gonna drive me crazy. Was it John Grisham? Anne Rice? Dr. Seuss?
To be honest, I’m feeling highly embarrassed (and violated) thinking of hackers inside my personal email. (you can glimpse some of my email here My mother always taught me to wear the proverbial nice underwear in case of a car accident (imagine my mortification when I went into Victoria’s Secret as an adult, asking to see something lacy in their “Paramedic Panty” Line) and I was also raised to keep my room tidy or goodness knows, what would the robbers say? And I always made sure my diary was grammatically correct in case it fell into the hands of a snoopy English teacher. So you can’t really fault me for being worried about what the hackers would say? Wow! It’s on the tip of my brain….Was it Danielle Steel? Tom Clancy?
I imagine hacking is lonely work so they must do it in pairs. I’d like you to meet, “Mr and Mrs. Hacker.” Let’s listen in, shall we?
Mr Hacker – – Will you get out of her Nordstrom’s account and her high school reunion emails already? We have a job to do – – let’s just get in, get out, and get on with the identity theft. (rubs hands together)
Mrs. Hacker – – Shame. She never did lose those last 5 pounds to fit into this killer red dress. I don’t think I want to take on her name if I have to use her height and weight on my driver’s license too.
Mr. Hacker – – Focus Harriet, Focus.
Mrs. Hacker (pouting)- – We never go out anymore. Day in and day out, it’s just hack, hack, hack. Hacking my life away. I shoulda listened to my mother and married the Virus Creator Guy. At least then I could have put my romantic flair to good use writing that “I Love You” attachment that messed everyone’s hard drive up.
Mr. Hacker – – Stop giving me flack over this hack and stay on track.
Mrs. Hacker – – Honey, you know I always have your back.
Mr. Hacker – – Then don’t be such a yakker, put down that graham cracker, and get to work, you Slacker Hacker!
Mrs. Hacker – – Oh look, her Visa bill shows weekly therapy and massages. That’s the life.
Mr. Hacker – – Wow, Six kids? What was she thinking? No wonder she needs therapy and massage. And who has a childhood dog named Stephen King?
Mrs. Hacker – This is one bizarre chick. I just went to sabotage her Facebook account but all she does is post about the weather.
Mr. Hacker – – Yeah, and look at her WordPress blog. I thought we might have a little fun messing up her settings and putting up some ugly headers, but she’s done a great job of that all on her own. Look at that hideous purple feather thing. Geeze.
Mrs. Hacker – – Look, she’s got 85 photos of the same parakeet, she’s planning her own surprise birthday party on Evite , even rsvp-ing to herself, and her bucket list has “Get Freshly Pressed” listed at the top of it.
Mr. Hacker – A Dry Cleaning/Ironing obsession? Dang, these Yahoo Users get weirder every day. Next thing you know, we’ll come across a rough draft for a story about a married Hacker couple. From now on we stick with Google subscribers. C’mon Harriet, let’s get the “hack” outa here.
Footnote: I finally changed passwords on my “Mac.” Had to “rack” my brain, but now I guard it safely in my “backpack.” I won’t divulge it, but let’s just say no “Quack” should be able to “Hack” me again. I’m tired and gonna hit the “Sack.” 😉 But please scroll down to Comments and leave me your best “comeback!”