Let it burn
Spent the week cleaning out alla my tech. Earlier, I was getting several hundred emails a day about new logins and signups to things I never signed up for. As the days went on, this got fewer and fewer.
Even had time to hit up the gym where I ran into these fellas…
By last night, I thought I was in the clear so I just tried to get some sleep.
But then my phone dinged and I checked. I’d gotten about six emails, all with the same header:
Logan607 – Important message
The thing is the body of the email was…all my passwords.
Like, ALL of them.
400+ passwords, plus a screenshot of my computer, plus a ransom demand.
Here’s the kicker: They not only emailed it to all my email addresses – past and present, they emailed them to Alison’s email address, several of my relatives, my ex-girlfriend, my business partner, my brother, AND a girl I went on a single date with months ago.
Her: I don’t think we’re right for each other.
Me: Shame. Well, pleasure meeting you. Good luck on that dissertation, Janet.
Her: It’s Jane.
Me: (nodding) Yes.
It’s madness. I was pretty freaked out, I gotta say.
BUT, I had already taken something to help me sleep and it was kicking in hard for better or worse.
When I woke up the next day, I scrambled to get the kid to class and get back home to deal with the issue. Nothing made sense.
If they were gonna blackmail me, why blow out my Facebook and IG immediately? Why ask for a money demand in the same email where they blasted every single password I possessed to some 50+ people?
It seems less and less that it’s really about the money and more to make my life miserable – which, they accomplished. In spades.
So, the only question is how they gained access to everything.
There are only three people who have had regular access to my apartment since COVID and two are not on speaking terms with me and the third is…missing.
But, to be fair, (at least with one of the three) it seems less likely that it was something purposeful and more likely that someone may have social engineered information out of them.
In the end, though, the damage is done.
Spent six hours today, re-doing 400+ passwords and wiping two more computers – bringing the total number of systems I’ve wiped in my tiny apartment to a whopping 11 computers.
Why I have 11 computers for myself and a child is whole ‘nother matter….
Him: There’s a positive to all of this, you know.
Me: And what’s that?
Him: You’re even more prepared than you were last year.
Me: Great. It’s cold comfort.
Him: It’s cold comfort now. It’ll warm up the next time this happens.
Me: Jesus Christ…why does there have to be a next time?
Him: (shrugging) Because, you’re Logan. Shit happens to you because you’re involved in the world.
Me: That was my first mistake. Fuck the world. Let it burn.
Location: my bedroom desk, surrounded by computer parts, equipment, and weapons
Mood: pissed and exhausted
Music: Who the fuck are you? (Spotify)
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