I was to bed last evening just ahead of 11:00 p.m., but early-evening misconduct was a stray I fully intended to pursue ─ I knew it. It is so with addicts.
I got some sleep, then around 3:00 a.m. I rose to put work into the post I have under construction at one of my six hosted websites.
Then, once the targetted amount of content had been supplied for today, I resumed my tread of that foul pathway. I held fast until finally replete, by which time it was broad day, and I was not to be back into my bed until something like 7:50 a.m.
I was to barely manage to exceed another hour in bed ere finding myself awake at 10:00 a.m., so I rose for the final time. My younger brother was of course already watching T.V.
He happened to tune in an old sitcom, so I left him with it until 10:30 a.m., then joined him so that I could put our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box into operation to watch episodes of a couple of the T.V. series we follow.
I think he may have arranged to meet up with one or two of his drinking buddies later in the afternoon, so during the latter part of the noon hour he announced that he was going to seek some bed rest.
I wanted to catch some Sun on this warmest day thus far in the year hereabouts, but I also had an exercise session scheduled for the backyard toolshed. However, I got sidetracked long enough that I was still in the house when my brother emerged from his bedroom, and announced that he was heading away.
And so for the first time this year, I donned cutoffs and sallied out to the toolshed where I was to exercise bare-chested, and I performed quite well.
Then I sank into a lawn- or deckchair in the backyard while I was attired only in those cutoffs, my bared feet upon the ground; and beginning at 2:29 p.m. I spent just over 40 minutes facing directly into the Sun in a bid to begin the year's suntanning.
No more than a minute after coming back into the house, my wife showed up. I expect that she is to be staying the night, so I hope to be getting to bed around mid-evening regardless. If my brother is off drinking at the home of one of his buddies, then he ought to be obliging me in this scheme by not arriving back home before I am able to gain my bed.
My wife often sits up well into the a.m., as will probably her two sons ─ she will not want for companionship.
I want to post the following video recording I made today and posted to YouTube ─ it was a telephone message supposedly from "VISA Security Department":
This was my description for the video recording:
I believe that this message was left on April 3 (2020) ─ we still have a landline or 'house phone'.
The call was intended to be received by a live person, and not an answering machine, since obviously none of the response options would be valid.
And no telephone number was given for anyone here to return the call.
As usual, the message does not identify just who it is the call was intended for ─ and five adults live here. Such recipient anonymity is a hallmark of scam calls, for the scammers hope to so effectively shock whomever it is that happens to take the call, that they succeed in overriding any sense of caution the recipient might otherwise have exercised.
However, just to be safe, I did go online and check my VISA account, and there were no transactions that morning.
Two of the other residents here do have VISA cards, but they both use their cellphone numbers in their contact details. I would have been the only person "VISA Security Department" would have been calling using the house phone.
How is it that people still fall prey to these scams?
Coincidentally, another message arrived this morning from an agent (one "Tyler") of Endurance.com on behalf of JustHost, the outfit that hosts one of my six hosted websites. Supposedly, there is malware infecting my website, and I am to get in touch with the chap.
The message itself is legitimate, I am sure ─ I do not doubt that the call is from someone at Endurance International Group (EIG). However, I did enough research to know that they ─ and SiteLock ─ are notorious for raising false alarms and trying to scare customers into agreeing to fees to deal with such infections, and to end up with recurring monthly billings for continued protection.
Web hosts have even shut down the supposedly infected website, holding the website owner hostage until payment is made to clear up the infection.
So this was my reply to Tyler via E-mail:
As far as I am concerned, I have no issues to resolve with my website, Tyler.
I'm a 70-year-old pensioner under the weight of crushing debt who has never made a single cent from my website. It's been a money pit now for more than a decade.
I have researched enough about what is likely afoot with this reaching-out from EIG, and I can't afford it.
If EIG / JustHost have plans to try and hold me hostage by shutting down my website, then I guess I'll be saving $24.99 per month on hosting fees. I refuse to be a hostage.
I have enough in what remains of my dwindling life to worry about, Tyler ─ issues that truly are important.
I am sure that I am going to be hearing much more, but I was perfectly serious. I have been paying for my hosting on a monthly basis (the $24.99 figure I quoted is in Canadian dollars) ─ not paying for crushing one- or two-year subscriptions up front.
So if JustHost threatens me, then the buggers can screw themselves. I will pay nothing further ─ they can pull the website, and lose me as a customer forever.
My eyes are burning from insufficient sleep and the afternoon sunshine, as well as many hours of computer screen exposure. I want to bring this post to a close, so I am going to do so now.
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