Telstra ADSL Broadband was working OK with my limited 500MB download when all of a sudden it went beserk with treble and quadruple useage. This has left me with about $900.00 in excess download bills.
As my patterns didn’t change the only thought was, I was getting hacked and used. When I reached this conclussion I checked Explore and found a series of blue folders and files that, to the best of my knowledge I had not initiated.
I’m trying to develop a case to go to Telstra’a Ombusdman as I don’t think I should be charged for useage that I neither initiated nor authorized.
The doubtful files.
Any help from my IT advantaged readers.
A lone five year toddler knocks on your door in a small country locality in the wee hours. What do you do?
Comfort her and call the Police or give her a feed, put her to bed and not even think that some mother must be frantic about the her whereabouts.
A woman in Gladfield, a one-horse locality near Warwick, Queensland chose the later option and went to bed while State Emergency Service, Police and the parents were involved in a frantic search for the girl.
The child wandered into a Gladfield woman’s house at 1.30am, was given something to eat and somewhere to sleep, and was not reunited with her parents until after police searchers knocked on the woman’s door about 6.40am.
In what must be considered the most forgiving statement since Jesus on the Mount, the mother said she bore no malice and the Police only mentioned they would have preferred the woman to have called them.
What was she thinking? That it was just a run-of-the-mill
sleepover?
I might add that the parents need to audit their ‘leaving truck stop’ procedures as well. I travelled all over Australia with five kids in the back and never left one anywhere – although I often threatened to do so. We even did one trip on Army posting from Townsville to Perth (New York to LA for Americans or London to Bhagdad for Europeans) and never left one kid at a truck stop or Motel.
If anyone feels inclined to tell me the coding for centering the page ah la
The Currency Lad or
Bastards Inc please leave a comment.
Today I’ll be involved with Legacy as we need to wrap up the catalogue for the Antique Militaria auction to be held this Sunday at Legacy House, 41 Merrivale Street, South Brisbane.
If your into antiquities then come along – satisfy your collecting mania and help war widows in the process.
You can contact Legacy for a catalogue by phoning 07 3846 4299.
Recently it came to my notice that my three-column layout doesn’t take kindly to being compressed by smaller screens so I’ve changed the format to two-column. I will tweak the format a bit over the days ahead to tart it up but otherwise two is the go.
On Saturday a young boy in Perth loses three limbs and by Easter Sunday his life is
resurrected.
The 10-year-old Perth boy who had three limbs surgically reattached after they were severed during a game of backyard basketball was awake and smiling yesterday, despite still being in considerable pain.
The dangers of ‘slam dunking’ are well known with three teenagers killed in Victoria within recent times. It makes sense that a basketball hoop secured to a brick wall with a couple of dyna-bolts would never pass an OH&S audit but unfortunately most parents aren’t aware of this.
The basketball hoop.
What started as a birthday party, then moved on to unspeakable tragedy, has now progressed, through the wonders of medical science and it’s practitioners, to hope for a full life.
A hospital spokeswoman said Terry was being released from the hospital’s intensive care unit yesterday.
I’m a bit confused about the tense of the sentence but happy with the result. He had one leg and both hands amputated by falling masonry on Saturday and now, only four days later he is released from the ICU.
Amazing.
I heard on radio that the doctors operated in teams with the boy spread like an ‘X’ so they could operate on all effected limbs simultaneously.
The boy – Terry Vo
Full credit to the medicos. Their families and the nation should be proud of their efforts.
I normally subscribe to the rule of law but in the case of Michael Jackson I just wish they’d fast-forward the trial and lock him up so I don’t have to risk seeing his unsettling weird face on my tv.
For years, known in family circles as the fastest channel surfer ever, anywhere, I’ve never had to view his weirdness for any longer than half a second as my reflexes flick past the danger. Must have made it hard for any of my kids who might have been fans in their youth however it would have been a very bad lifestyle move to ever ask me to hold so they could look at him, or listen to his ‘music’.
He’s even visiting his sickness on us Aussies
In a blow to Michael Jackson’s defence, a judge has allowed prosecutors to introduce evidence about five other boys – including two Australians – the pop star allegedly molested or got too cozy with.
Sick bastard.
My son Stuart phoned up and ask if I could babysit his dog while he and Jane went south for a break.
Sure, son. He won’t be any problem.
His name is Reg and he is a ADH inflicted, amphetamine consuming, red cordial drinking teenage male Staffordshire Terrier with a disposition not unlike the Tassie Devil from the old Walt Disney cartoons .
When he visits, my 11 year old Retriever just sits and blinks. All the frantic activity is too much for her and when I came home tonight, her whole neck was wet from Reg ‘worrying’ her. She is too slow to hide
She’ll adjust and if not there is always the meat hook.
No running around up there, Reggie boy.
Note for signed up PETA and/or Green members or children: He’s hanging on a full double ‘D-ring’ harness, not his collar. I wouldn’t want him to vomit on my courtyard.
Photo from a mate just about 200 km north of here. Not unusual in colder climes but in the tropics it’s a rare sight.
Hail
…and a lot of it.
CAN’T get out of bed in the morning?
Scientists at MIT’s Media Lab in the United States have invented an alarm clock called Clocky to make even the doziest sleepers, who repeatedly hit the snooze button, leap out of bed.
After the snooze button is pressed, the clock, which is equipped with a set of wheels, rolls off the table to another part of the room.
“When the alarm sounds again, simply finding Clocky ought to be strenuous enough to prevent even the doziest owner from going back to sleep,” New Scientist magazine said today.
Don’t you just love it?
Reminds me of my early Army days when I was often obliged to play Reveille. Wise counsel from the Pipe Major suggested I move while piping…make yourself a harder target, Kevin.
I was an infantry NCO but had made the huge mistake of admitting to bagpiping skills. This foolish statement come to the ears of the Colonel who loved bagipes, thus everytime the band performed I was dragged into the lineup.
Once, we decided to do a full-band reveille at the Officer’s Mess at the traditional time of 06:30. more commonly referred to as oh-dark-thirty. Playing, in single file up though the Officer’s quarters, was poorly received to say the least. We knew that they had a Dining-in Night the evening before and few, if any of the Subalterns would have been in bed for more than an hour before the skirl of the pipes woke them from a sherry/beer/white wine/red wine/port and more cleansing ales type troubled slumber.
Tee hee hee.
Later, in Vietnam, Pipers were called upon to play ‘The Flowers of the Forest’ at the Fire Support Base on any evening that we had lost a soldier. For reasons of prior engagements, ie being on patrol, I never had to do this, but it certainly gave the Piper reason to remember the advise…keep moving
Cpl Cameron, Piper, 7RAR, hoping ‘Charlie’ misses…moving target etc
Just like ‘Clocky’ above
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