Remember that Star Trek when Mr. Peterson from TheBob Newhart Show took over the Enterprise in the form of an incorporeal evil that still talked and cackled and whined like Mr. Peterson from the TheBob Newhart Show? That’s what this browser hijacker in my computer is like. This hijacker doesn’t cackle like the evil Mr. Peterson, but sometimes it makes Windows flash crazily or metastasize into a zillion new windows at lightning speed. All I can do is hit the power button. I can’t see it, and most third party malware detectors don’t even know it’s there. But I know it’s there. It’s given itself away. It’s taken control of some systems, the things that would remove it from the crannied circuitries. It can turn off Windows Defender on its own. Keep me from updating the Microsoft anti-malware tools. For a while it actually removed the “change/uninstall programs” icon in the control panel. And when I get close to a fix, it goes nuts and freezes the computer. The evil Mr. Peterson cut off life support, this thing freezes Windows. But with every vile trick my evil Mr. Peterson pulls, he reveals his vulnerability. I am slowly finding where he lurks, and I will corner and trap him, render him harmless and just as Spock hurled Mr. Peterson into deep space, his whines of No no no fading into soundlessness, I will hurl my own evil Mr. Peterson into the virtual trash bin, press the delete file and annihilate it into the electrons from which it came. On Star Trek, Good always prevails. In our household too.
I stayed up way late last night to watch the epic Night of the Lepus once again. Janet Leigh, Stuart Whitman, Rory Calhoun, Bones and a whole bunch of huge, crazed, carnivorous rabbits. We’re talking late night early 70′s eco-horror at its finest. Or to quote the sheriff:
“Ladies and Gentleman, there’s a herd of giant killer rabbits coming this way and we desperately need your help.”
Found one of those web pages that you stumble onto without really looking for. It’s all the women, alien and otherwise, of Captain Kirk’s life. I was always partial to Barbara Luna (the lone pinay in the bunch), France Nuyen (back when she was hitched to Kelly Robinson, no less), Julie Newmar (tall), Sally Kellerman (class), Susan Oliver (gotta love that green complexion), Teri Garr (great sense of comic timing, and cute besides), Yvonne Craig (that green skin again…must be Irish thing with me), Sherry Jackson (too bad those outfits never caught on), and, of course, Uhuru (but yeah, without that fan dance from Star Trek V). I’d link the names to pictures but you’ll stop whatever it is you’re doing and google them anyway. In fact if you wound up here by googling “Star Trek” you probably have the pictures already. Especially Sherry Jackson.
I found this page while looking up Joan Marshall who was aka Jean Arless who was played a really scary psycho murderess in the old horror flick Homicidal. TCM is showing non-stop spooky flicks all weekend. That’s what I’ve been doing, watching horror flicks and writing liner notes and listening to the phone ring off the hook with political robo-calls. Leonardo DiCaprio just called. A little while ago it was the ex-police chief of San Jose who wanted me to smoke pot. Right now it’s somebody I’ve never heard of telling me to vote for somebody I’ve never heard of who is running for Insurance Commissioner. I let them all leave messages. I’ll call Leo back later.
A long time ago at a day job I used to leave robocalls. Email would break down so I had to leave a mass phone message telling everyone in the building their email was down. About 500 people would get the phone message. I could walk across the floor and hear my own voice dozens of time as people listened to their messages on speakerphone. It sounded like a series of echos. About a dozen people would ring me back and tell me what a nice voice I had. I’d thank them. One time I was getting over a nasty cold. My voice was so deep, with a sandpaper grain to it. Email broke down and I left a mass message. I could hear it echoing across the floor. I could hear people discussing it in their cubicles. The ladies seemed to love it. I got calls from several of them. They’d giggle and tell me how sexy my voice was. I thanked them.
But I digress.
Elaan of Troyius (France Nuyen) in a deleted scene. Well, that what the site said, anyway.