Dispatches from the City of Angels
I'm a writer and humorist living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my novel LOSING CLEMENTINE out March 6 from William Morrow. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often.
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Hackers can kiss my...
This morning I awoke to discover that my website had been hacked by a militant Palestinian group, which is not the sort of thing you expect to say when you're a mystery author who writes about zany Chihuahuas. My tech team - which consists entirely of my husband and his very large brain - is attempting to restore order. This could take awhile. In the meantime, this post will be a clearinghouse of Twitter and Facebook updates, by which I mean an outlet for my impotent rage.
11:40 a.m.
Twitter
My website was hijacked by - I swear I am not making this up - Palestinian militants.
11:40 a.m.
Twitter
Managed to removed their crap. Still trying to restore all of my info.
11:40 a.m.
Twitter
If they grew up in my neighborhood, their mother would make them rake my leaves and wash my car for a month as punishment.
11:45 a.m.
(Realized we had not managed to remove their crap. Cussing ensues.)
11:50 a.m.
Twitter
Hackers had the nerve to sign their work. That's it. Palestinian militants are officially off my Christmas card list.
12:40 p.m.
Twitter
Best friend asked what my plan was for dealing with militant hijacked website. Does impotent rage and cussing count as a plan?
12:45 p.m.
Twitter
Just in case you were wondering, I do not favor jihad. Mostly I'm into bluesy singer/songwriters and cool ice cream flavors.
3:25 p.m.
Twitter
Still attempting to regain control of hijacked website. Husband refers to necessary repairs as "open heart surgery."
3:36 p.m.
Twitter
Progress on website debacle! (Holds breath in anticipation.)
4:25 p.m.
Twitter
This just in: Husband and his big brain save website. Ticker tape parade expected down Wilshire in his honor.
11:40 a.m.
My website was hijacked by - I swear I am not making this up - Palestinian militants.
11:40 a.m.
Managed to removed their crap. Still trying to restore all of my info.
11:40 a.m.
If they grew up in my neighborhood, their mother would make them rake my leaves and wash my car for a month as punishment.
11:45 a.m.
(Realized we had not managed to remove their crap. Cussing ensues.)
11:50 a.m.
Hackers had the nerve to sign their work. That's it. Palestinian militants are officially off my Christmas card list.
12:40 p.m.
Best friend asked what my plan was for dealing with militant hijacked website. Does impotent rage and cussing count as a plan?
12:45 p.m.
Just in case you were wondering, I do not favor jihad. Mostly I'm into bluesy singer/songwriters and cool ice cream flavors.
3:25 p.m.
Still attempting to regain control of hijacked website. Husband refers to necessary repairs as "open heart surgery."
3:36 p.m.
Progress on website debacle! (Holds breath in anticipation.)
4:25 p.m.
This just in: Husband and his big brain save website. Ticker tape parade expected down Wilshire in his honor.
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