WOW, Mark!
My e-mail was victim to some spoofing. Before that happened I didn't even know such thing happened. Now I feel like the most naive person surfing the waves of the internetz. Here's my top 5 regarding the experience:
1) I shall thank the universe for uniting my friend postmaster and me. I know he only ever writes about Delivery Status Notification, but you can tell he really cares for the subject, or else he wouldn't write me about it 20 times a day for a month.
2) I get to be really obnoxious and say: no, that person you saw online wasn't me, I was in ~Paris~!
3) I now have to remember bizarre new passwords and keep scanning for viruses and malwares in general, hoping it's gonna work. I also finally figured out how to clean history/cache/cookies in Google Chrome.
4) I can be 100% sure all those people adding me to their MSN lists weren't anyone important.
5) My irritation almost doesn't cover my amusement with the e-mails that were sent in my name. No, seriously:
As you can see, not only did I turn into some lunatic, emo, insistent, horny bisexual, I also discovered the pleasures of writing the most ridiculous, cheesy crap I've ever seen. That means I know my spoofer's identity and can get millions with the case. That's right, I'm coming for you, Stephanie Meyer, you just wait.
1) I shall thank the universe for uniting my friend postmaster and me. I know he only ever writes about Delivery Status Notification, but you can tell he really cares for the subject, or else he wouldn't write me about it 20 times a day for a month.
2) I get to be really obnoxious and say: no, that person you saw online wasn't me, I was in ~Paris~!
3) I now have to remember bizarre new passwords and keep scanning for viruses and malwares in general, hoping it's gonna work. I also finally figured out how to clean history/cache/cookies in Google Chrome.
4) I can be 100% sure all those people adding me to their MSN lists weren't anyone important.
5) My irritation almost doesn't cover my amusement with the e-mails that were sent in my name. No, seriously:
As you can see, not only did I turn into some lunatic, emo, insistent, horny bisexual, I also discovered the pleasures of writing the most ridiculous, cheesy crap I've ever seen. That means I know my spoofer's identity and can get millions with the case. That's right, I'm coming for you, Stephanie Meyer, you just wait.