web analytics

Someone Dropped A Clangor

Some of you may have noticed that Sparrow Chat was ‘down’ for a few hours this morning. It all began when one of the computers showed a virus alert, and the CA security software rapidly deleted five files, but left one infected on the hard drive.

Following a virus scan, thirteen more files were found to be infected, and were automatically deleted. A number of them were WordPress files.

On checking Sparrow Chat, I discovered certain sections of WordPress Admin were inoperable and the sidebar modules had disappeared.

Eventually, I discovered the problem was not with WordPress, but with the Firefox browser. Using IE7 I was able to rebuild the sidebar modules and get Sparrow Chat back online.

This all took a couple of hours during which I also deleted Firefox and reinstalled it, to no avail. It still threatened to wreak havoc with the sidebar modules.

Knowing I had an infected file on the hard drive I went online to find some information about the virus – JS/Snz.A.

Imagine my surprise when the CA website knew nothing about it? Further investigation revealed the latest virus software update patch from CA, released this morning, contained a bug causing the software to recognize certain Javascripts as viruses.

There never was a virus, but CA’s anti-virus software had systematically deleted a host of files containing the offending Javascript, some of which were needed to run WordPress Admin with Firefox.

Reinstalling Firefox didn’t solve the problem, but clearing out the cache, did.

So, a very special thanks to the people at CA Security for their cock-up, which wasted hours of my time, and no doubt that of millions of other users of their products.

CA employees must have been celebrating New Year a little early this year, as they were undoubtedly drunk at their work in the office this morning.

Filed under:

Xristi Megas – Gone, But Never Forgotten

In Sparrow Chat’s blogroll is a blog no longer written. It remains there, on the list, because I have not the heart to delete it – to snuff it out.

The name of the blog is “Gadflying”. It was penned by a dear friend; a friend not just to me, but to many fellow bloggers on the internet. The name of the writer was Xristi Megas. It was a strange name, but Xristi assured us it was real, no pseudonym.

Xristi died of cancer one year ago today. Her blog remains as a literary epitaph to one of planet Earth’s truly great human beings.

Just occasionally I pay her a visit. Nothing has changed there since her death, but I always harbor a slight hope that one day she may surprise me, and I may find another of her inimitable posts, perhaps railing against George Bush’s latest sinfulness.

Take a moment to pop over and peruse her writings. Xristi was no mean poet.

When she died, I published one of her poems on “Sparrow Chat”. It was about the planet she loved so much. It was called quite simply:

“My Place”

Filed under:

A Depressive Ho, Ho, Ho!

For some, it seems, Santa Claus may not have visited this year. While the vast majority of us were sipping our Christmas port and musing on the blessings of life, that peculiar breed of individuals known colloquially as, “the economists”, were tearing their hair and draping themselves in sackcloth as their earnest entreaties and threats, aimed at the rest of us, failed to bear fruit.

It seems we just didn’t spend enough this holiday season.

Given the state of my depleted bank account, I find that hard to believe, though I suppose my spending has not necessarily been on par with the rest of America’s. The question to arise from all this is: should we worry?

My answer is a simple: no.

While no-one wants a return to the austere days of the Great Depression, I refuse to bother myself because Sam Walton’s bank account has shrunk to an even greater degree than my own. In fact, I have to admit to a sneaking sense of satisfaction at the very thought.

What occurs during an economic recession is that those who labor under the misnomer of being ‘middle class’ in America (“middle class” = those able to borrow money to spend; as opposed to those who can’t, who are known as “the poor”, a blight on society, and socially outcast) find the ratio of their income to expenditure drastically swinging in the wrong direction.

The Sam Walton’s of this world rely on the middle class of America to give them their borrowed money and keep them in the stinking luxury to which they are accustomed. The middle class do this by purchasing for dollars, borrowed from Sam Walton’s friends, goods Sam has paid for with handfuls of cheap rice. When Sam gets those middle class dollars he spends a few to buy more rice, and pay a pittance to his workers, then pockets the thick wad remaining. Meanwhile, his friends earn a nice steady income in interest on the dollars loaned to the middle class to buy Sam’s goods.

An economic recession occurs when Sam and his friends get too greedy and attempt to snatch more dollars from the middle class than they have available. Suddenly, Sam can’t sell his goods, so he can’t purchase more. He’s left with a huge mound of cheap rice on his hands and with an ever-dwindling bank account is forced to eat the rice himself.

In an instant, Sam’s worst nightmare is realized; he’s become one of the middle class he’s lived off so opulently for years. Unable to digest this horror, he leaps to his death from a high building, moments before the Federal Reserve Gods wave their magic wands, lower interest rates, and make the money machines work again.

Everyone is happy once more. Sam’s relatives pocket his money, give him a swanky send-off, which costs them nothing as they own the funeral parlor, and breathe a long-drawn sigh of relief.

Santa Claus has returned to Wall Street.

Filed under:

Hosted By A2 Hosting

Website Developed By R J Adams