One of the problems of using 3.5” disks is they love old viruses. Such as the JGH virus from 2011, shown here. These aren’t much of a threat but still, unless you have the required smarts, don’t try this at home. These older strains are always hidden files; they are exposed here only because of the DOS /a trigger. Notice the gargantuan file name. This virus is a style from back in the 80s when viruses were considered pranks, that nobody would be dumb enough to not know something was wrong. It took the mass purchase of computers by idiots to show the world how wrong they were about that.
That’s right. Earlier types of networked content were not going to get Joe Schmuck to head for Computerland and shell out, back then nearly $1600 for a home computer. T’was porn and stupid, ugly men who can’t get it any other way that brought you the Internet as you know it today. And, back then, the Internet really was a free-for all, in every sense of the word. There must exist vast collections of forbidden material hidden in the digital caves and canyons.
Today’s mystery. Why am I using old disks? I found on 3.5” floppies, an original version of a flat-file database program that runs on DOS. And, small as those disks were, I see I scanned the manual, all 65 pages, and kept that on disk as well. Coupled with my knowledge of cp/m (the program Bill Gates stole to and changed its name to DOS), I have a virtually uncrackable database. Using the Aquarius password to enable a scrambler, I have a database that would take the full 17,400,000 years to crack.
[Author's note 2018: I discontinued using this database. It did not serve any real purpose, I could not compete with the marketing claims of the big players, and there have been too many recent incidents of left-wing Judges issuing court orders to reveal passwords. That makes it unwise to keep any unnecessary records [that could potentially be] subject to intentional misinterpretation by the bureaucrats.]
I don’t have anything secret to keep on it, but I’ve switched my Number log over just in case. Number is the log I keep of every document I handle that contains some type of serial number. Licenses, bills, train tickets, deposits, etc. The company that created the software no longer exists. Their software won’t work on any computer after XP, so essentially I’ve turned MicroSoft’s strategy against them. They purposely block the migration of all 32 bit software, but now their equipment cannot read my files either. While, anything is possible, who would go through all that trouble to read a log of my cancelled checks? The checks aren’t there anyway, just the log.
And here's the quadcopter at night. The inventors of these are making millions.
ADDENDUM
Did I ever tell you the most successful gig I played in my teens was a dance that a local radio station had mistakenly announced as “country” music? Yep, and 240 people showed up, most of them local housewives who walked over to the dance hall. Back then, every town had a dance hall, but they all closed up the instant the drinking age was lowered to 18. I was playing with the Karoll brothers back then, I think I was 13 years old, maybe 14, but already an old hand at this music game.
The guitar player insisted we call the band “Western Union” because he thought it was, man, like, heavy, man. The disk jockey from KJCA ("Kactus Juice Contains Alcohol") interpreted that wrong and announced it as country music. But once the ladies were there and liquored up, everybody was dancing. We made $44 each that night, in an age when $5 per month was considered damn good spending money.
Funny, but I was dead set against country music back then. I didn’t like the twangy nasal vocals, the depressing themes, and the costumes/haircuts of the musicians. Plus, at 13, anybody over 18 was too old anyway. I wanted to play The Beatles, but none of the local bands could sing the harmonies. I still recall the basics of our song list:
Last Kiss
Hey Joe
Gloria
Proud Mary (all four chords)
My Baby Does The Hanky Panky
Crimson and Clover
Mendocino
I Fought The Law
As Tears Go By
Back In The USSR
Bad Moon Rising
Sadly, this was also a bad time for the band. I was just learning that once a group is out and playing, the other musicians start thinking they were part of the success. Like I suddenly forget how I had to beg them to join. The disagreements about new music start up. Now sorry if that song list spans a slightly different year or two, because this goes back a ways. Put another way, I can remember playing in a band when the rest of the bunch still thought they could become big shot baseball players. To all those heroes who can barely get off the couch these days, I can only say, "I'm still in a band."
And I might add that I was never much into pornography for one simple reason. I was getting the real thing. I played in a band in the 60's! Face it, guys, I was “making it” with girls long before the rest of you even figured out which end was up. From what I hear, some of you have still not got it right. To this day my own brother hates me for “not telling him”. And back then, girls were girls. Especially the farmer’s daughters.
