Design 21: Social Design Network

Last Friday, as I was playing in the sandbox with my grandson, I began receiving calls and texts on my cellphone like the world had just learned I had won the Powerball lottery. That old Nokia was vibrating like an angry rattler and once I figured out how to bring up the text messages, I discovered some PC-pecking scum bucket in Nigeria had hacked into my email account. I don’t know how he did it but that yellow-livered septic sucker opened my address book and mailed an email to each and every soul in my contact list. Allow me to share some of this message with you fine folks, and disregard the misspelled words and poor grammar. This hacker isn’t the sharpest crayon in the box and is probably still upset he wasn’t allowed to attend his own sixth-grade graduation ceremony. So, here’s a sample of his email: “My family and I had a trip visiting Madrid Spain, everything was going on fine until last night when we got attacked by some unknown gunmen. All our money, phones and credit cards was stolen away including some valuable items…” Oh, it goes on about reporting the robbery to the police and my unsuccessful attempt to get the U.S. consulate to help us get back home. So, if any or all of my friends and family could mail $1000 (in euros, no less) to some foreign address, then my poor family could return home. Hmm, I wonder why my peeps began to call me instead of rushing to their banks and making a withdrawal of 1000 buckeroos? Was there something illogical about this hacked ema...