I had no idea how bereft I’d feel without Candy’s Monsters. An essential part of my routine was missing and I kept itching to share a monstrous observation, ‘fantastic’ photo or simply muse on a strange riff.
Getting hacked is a horrible experience. It’s an—‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers’ mystery and knowing that someone else was treading on my tiny corner of the Internet made me feel terribly vulnerable in all my web-based interactions. Yes, I’m changing passwords (and I will do it frequently from now on) and yes, my tech wizards are installing all sorts of security protocols and programs, but that just puts us a step or two ahead of the next INVASION.
The oddest thing about being hacked is that the hacker and the ‘hackee’ have completely different perspectives on the process. For one, it is purely numerical, impersonal and all business and for the other it is entirely personal. I’m dancing around the word victim because there are so many other, more terrible, things that can and do happen. I can’t say I am a victim, but I was—in a relatively small and safe way—victimized, by some nefarious strangers and I am left angry and scared.
We’re still working on the site glitches, trying to strike a balance between Fort Knox security and accessibility. Please let me know if you received a notification of this post, as I don’t know if they are going out and I have test the system.
Still, I wrote a bit while I was blogless in Berlin and I’ve selected a winner for the Working Werewolf Contest. It is Hendrikus, because his idea of a Wall Street woman werewolf started to write itself as soon as I reviewed the entries. Congrats to Hendrikus!