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WebSkulker predicted this
Before going to the first item, WebSkulker wants to apologize for
playing hooky last Friday and not publishing a newsletter. Ms.
Cat was all up for dictating it, but WebSkulker was busy on a project
and didn't have time.
In our 5/30/00
issue, WebSkulker discussed the possibility of future PC
viruses that take advantage of the fact that Windows hides the
extensions, or filetypes, of certain types of files. Several of
these filetypes can contain executable code, yet if you save this type
of file to your hard drive and then look at it with Windows Explorer,
it will appear to be a different type of file. All jr. skulkers
should go back to the 5/30/00
issue and read it along with the technical articles it
Sure enough, such a virus/worm/trojan is in
the news today and is spreading fast. WebSkulker hasn't received
any copies of it yet, but knows a jr. skulker who received several
from the employees of a corporation that had been infected. See
this article for details:
only universal way to protect yourself from this type of virus is to
look carefully at the entire filename of any email attachments to make
sure that there isn't an extension hidden at the end, possibly after a
few spaces. Also make the registry changes suggested by the
articles in our 5/30/00 issue so that you will spot these files if you
do happen to save them to your hard disk. If you are careless,
you might double-click on a file that appears to be a .gif or .jpg
picture, a .mid or .mp3 music file, etc. But you might be seeing
only part of the filename so for example what you think is
"cutemscat.jpg" might really be "cutemscat.jpg.shs"
or with extra spaces to hide it more:
and these can contain script coding that could do any damage the
author desires if you open them.
like a skulker and make free phone calls
item will appear like something else, but if you read it all the way
through and think like a skulker, you will realize that it is a way to
make free long distance calls to any phone in the U.S. -- real
telephone-to-telephone calls, not PC-based Internet calls.
has been around for years and WebSkulker mentioned their service in
issue. Read that one for a summary of their mainline
product, the Pagoo Call Catcher.
Jr. Skulker Jeff
Dobkin told us that Pagoo is previewing a new service -- free at the
moment -- called the Pagoo Internet Phone Number. This was
prominently mentioned on their home page over the weekend, but has now
disappeared. The above link, however, will still work and still
appears to let new users sign up for the preview of the service.
Pagoo will give you a local phone number in your choice of many area
codes, along with a three-digit extension number; apparently up to
1000 people will share the same phone number, so callers must enter
the extension to reach you. You download and install a PC
software package and keep it running whenever you are connected to the
Internet. When someone calls your Pagoo number and enters your
extension, the Pagoo software on your PC will be contacted and will
make ringing noises. You can choose to answer the call and speak
to the caller via your PC microphone and speakers, or send the caller
to voicemail. You play back the voicemail messages through this
The Pagoo software can also be used
exactly like www.dialpad.com
to make free phone calls using your PC microphone and speakers to any
number in the U.S., but that's not the skulker method. Here is
the good part: you can go to the Pagoo web page at any time
using the button on their PC software called "My
Pagoo". From there, you can set the option for what you
want to happen when your PC is not connected to the Internet
and running the Pagoo software. You can specify whether callers
to your Pagoo number and extension should go immediately to voicemail,
or whether they should be forwarded to another number where you will
be; your cell phone for example. This forwarding number can be
anywhere in the U.S., and the forwarding service is free at this time.
you are in San Francisco and you have a friend you want to call in New
York. What do you suppose would happen if you told Pagoo to
forward calls to your New York friend's phone number, and then you
picked up the phone and called your own Pagoo number which is
hopefully a local call? Hmmmmmmm.
through the eyes of your cat
Click on the link above to see "a color Wireless Video Camera smaller than your thumb. Small
and light enough to install in most R/C planes, cars and even on your pet! Imagine being able to be in the drivers seat of your
model car, or see what it is like to look through the eyes of your dog
[or cat]. The possibilities for creating incredible videos are endless.
Get a birds eye view of your neighborhood with a kite or balloon cam.
Perfect for Nanny Cam applications too, small enough to install
virtually anywhere, and since there are no wires, it is virtually undetectable."
also sell pre-built "Nanny Cam" Wireless Video Cameras in the shape
jr. skulker has fantasies about Ms. Cat
Skulker FreddCat sent us this URL with the note: "Cats and
panties...what all-American boy can resist?" Well let
WebSkulker tell you something buster, your fantasies had better remain
just that. Don't think that you are ever even going to pet Ms.
Cat, let alone what you are thinking!
made WebSkulker laugh
Submitted by Jr. Skulker Toku who wrote: "I don't know where this came from or who wrote it, but the log has got to be a hoax. Hilarious as heck, though."
Online computer users often engage in what is affectionately known as "cybersex." Often the fantasies typed into keyboards and shared through Internet phone lines get pretty raunchy. However, as you'll see below, one of the two cyber-surfers in the following transcript of an online chat doesn't seem to quite get the point of cybersex.
Then again, maybe he does...
Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?
Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds. I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from
Walmart. I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner ... it smells funny.
Sweetheart: I want you. Would you like to screw me?
Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night
table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.
Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands are trembling.
Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.
Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.
Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool silk slides off my warm skin. I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.
Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry.
Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.
Wellhung: I'll pay for it.
Sweetheart: Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.
Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra. I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?
Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly. I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.
Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.
Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!
Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.
Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.
Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.
Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.
Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.
Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.
Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.
Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you ... umm ... wait a minute.
Sweetheart: What's the matter?
Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.
Sweetheart: Are you OK?
Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit.
Sweetheart: Can I help?
Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?
Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.
Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.
Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.
Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.
Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you.
Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?
Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.
Wellhung: I found it.
Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly.
Wellhung: Me too.
Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately - our naked bodies pressing each other.
Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.
Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses?
Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.
Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!
Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.
Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.
Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.
Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.
Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!
Sweetheart: What's the matter now?
Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.
Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.
Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my ... you know ... thing ... in your ... you know ... woman's thing.
Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!
Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.
Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!
Wellhung: I'm flaccid.
Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.
Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.
Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.
Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.
Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.
Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.
Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.
Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!
Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!
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