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The Avengers trailer has been tabbed in my browser for about four days, which means it auto-plays every time I boot up and load the browser, forcing me to watch it yet again. Oh, fiddlesticks. Oh, darn. All those lovely men being superheroic and flip with authentic Joss Whedon dialogue. Daily. Oh, woe is me. Of course, a superhero movie doesn't have to be particularly intelligent or actually good in any way to make me ridiculously happy (viz. the Fantastic Four Secret Shame), but I'm really looking forward to this one. Apart from Scarlett, who's just a pain.
So, update on the Great French Bank Account Fiasco! I attribute solely to this recent experience my sudden need to re-read Going Postal, which I did yesterday, possibly in morbid fascination with successful cons. Last week's unsuccessful attempt to illegally boost EUR4150 from my account has been superceded by this week's perfectly successful removal of EUR4150 from my account. (This bastard is nothing if not consistent). The bank are being very sweet about it and managed, after much scurrying, to reverse it yesterday, but apparently the thrice-accursed spawn of financial evil (the thief, not the bank. The bank are lovely) actually sent them a hard copy transfer request with all the correct banking details and (drumroll!) my correct signature. This is, to say the least, disturbing. We seem to have ruled out Eric the Hedge-Trimmer, the nice policeman assures me that said Eric has been righteously incarcerated for the last two weeks, so unless he's part of a Ring, it's probably not him.
What it is, is someone who has laid hands on enough of my private documentation to include both a bank statement and a signature, a conundrum which my immersion in Ngaio Marsh and her ilk is responding to by causing a little-used detective gene to come to attention. The availability of my signature is not surprising, I must sign several thousand pieces of paper every year in pursuit of my legitimate admin activities, but its coincidence with the bank statement is considerably curiouser. The bank statement must have come from my study, or from the postal service before it came anywhere near me - I don't carry those around. (I still think it's mostly likely that someone nicked it from the postbox outside our gate). The signature could have come out of something in our recycling, I suppose. Both together could have been accumulated by a half-hour spent sitting outside our house sifting the recycling in conjunction with rifling the postbox, but it would have been rather obvious. Both could also have been lifted off my desk, but I don't really see how. (Apart from anything else, the giant pile in my inbox is giant, and frequently weighed down by the Hobbit). I am gently revolving a third theory, that both were the result of someone digging around on the hard drive of my old computer, the one which was stolen a couple of years ago. But I really don't think the French bank details were ever on there; hell, they're not on the current one, which means it's not even that my nice new wireless wossname has allowed someone to hack me. In the immortal words of Detritus, it a mystery.
The whole thing is causing me (in addition to the moments of incandescent rage, because how bloody dare he) to become horribly paranoid, and to spread that paranoia around a lot. Anything that goes into recycling, for example, is going to be shredded into teeny tiny bits. All correspondence at all about anything whatsoever is going to go to the box number, not the postbox. I've put another padlock on the postbox, in a futile stable-door-horse-bolted sort of gesture, but I don't trust it. I shall discuss with the nice bank people the possibility of simply shifting the whole bang shoot to another bank account, although that's going to be a royal pain in the butt. But I ask you, nice witterers: do you know where your bank account details go? what bits of paper are innocently being recycled? Can you say you are safe? she says in the thrilling tones of a bad drama trailer or an insurance sales pitch. It happened to me! it could happen to you!
And while we're at it, are you making sure you exercise your feet on long plane journeys, too? My mother didn't raise me to be a cautionary tale, but if it's a gig that ends up being any use to anyone else, I'll take it.
So, update on the Great French Bank Account Fiasco! I attribute solely to this recent experience my sudden need to re-read Going Postal, which I did yesterday, possibly in morbid fascination with successful cons. Last week's unsuccessful attempt to illegally boost EUR4150 from my account has been superceded by this week's perfectly successful removal of EUR4150 from my account. (This bastard is nothing if not consistent). The bank are being very sweet about it and managed, after much scurrying, to reverse it yesterday, but apparently the thrice-accursed spawn of financial evil (the thief, not the bank. The bank are lovely) actually sent them a hard copy transfer request with all the correct banking details and (drumroll!) my correct signature. This is, to say the least, disturbing. We seem to have ruled out Eric the Hedge-Trimmer, the nice policeman assures me that said Eric has been righteously incarcerated for the last two weeks, so unless he's part of a Ring, it's probably not him.
What it is, is someone who has laid hands on enough of my private documentation to include both a bank statement and a signature, a conundrum which my immersion in Ngaio Marsh and her ilk is responding to by causing a little-used detective gene to come to attention. The availability of my signature is not surprising, I must sign several thousand pieces of paper every year in pursuit of my legitimate admin activities, but its coincidence with the bank statement is considerably curiouser. The bank statement must have come from my study, or from the postal service before it came anywhere near me - I don't carry those around. (I still think it's mostly likely that someone nicked it from the postbox outside our gate). The signature could have come out of something in our recycling, I suppose. Both together could have been accumulated by a half-hour spent sitting outside our house sifting the recycling in conjunction with rifling the postbox, but it would have been rather obvious. Both could also have been lifted off my desk, but I don't really see how. (Apart from anything else, the giant pile in my inbox is giant, and frequently weighed down by the Hobbit). I am gently revolving a third theory, that both were the result of someone digging around on the hard drive of my old computer, the one which was stolen a couple of years ago. But I really don't think the French bank details were ever on there; hell, they're not on the current one, which means it's not even that my nice new wireless wossname has allowed someone to hack me. In the immortal words of Detritus, it a mystery.
The whole thing is causing me (in addition to the moments of incandescent rage, because how bloody dare he) to become horribly paranoid, and to spread that paranoia around a lot. Anything that goes into recycling, for example, is going to be shredded into teeny tiny bits. All correspondence at all about anything whatsoever is going to go to the box number, not the postbox. I've put another padlock on the postbox, in a futile stable-door-horse-bolted sort of gesture, but I don't trust it. I shall discuss with the nice bank people the possibility of simply shifting the whole bang shoot to another bank account, although that's going to be a royal pain in the butt. But I ask you, nice witterers: do you know where your bank account details go? what bits of paper are innocently being recycled? Can you say you are safe? she says in the thrilling tones of a bad drama trailer or an insurance sales pitch. It happened to me! it could happen to you!
And while we're at it, are you making sure you exercise your feet on long plane journeys, too? My mother didn't raise me to be a cautionary tale, but if it's a gig that ends up being any use to anyone else, I'll take it.
Hawkeye and Black Widow
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 08:48 am (UTC)Yeah, the Avengers trailer looks awesome! I am looking forward to seeing Loki again, and Mark Ruffalo's Hulk. I just hope RDJ doesn't steal every scene he's in, as the Guardian fears: http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/filmblog/2011/oct/13/avengers-trailer-superheroes-iron-man?newsfeed=true
Re: Hawkeye and Black Widow
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 10:20 am (UTC)Re: Hawkeye and Black Widow
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 02:23 pm (UTC)http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-15301859
Sensitive government role
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 02:41 pm (UTC)Re: Hawkeye and Black Widow
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 07:46 pm (UTC)Anyhow, he's my mother's MP and while I (ahem) don't always agree with his politics, he has been extremely good at serving the local constituency.
Hmm
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 08:57 am (UTC)I'd recommend switching account details immediately and having everything sent to a PO Box from now on. Use a shredder before leaving any documents containing personal information out on the pavement.
Re: Hmm
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 10:18 am (UTC)The possiblities are endless, and it's bizarrely beguiling to try and work out how they've done it. The sods. But accessing this blog is an extremely outside chance.
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Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 09:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 09:09 am (UTC)A similar thing happened to my mum quite a few years back, with a German bank. Forged signature, the works. I don't think these things are entirely opportunistic, but are perpetrated by organised criminal gangs who know how to get information and what to do with it. The mystery is how one gets chosen as a target.
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Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 11:52 am (UTC)I can't wait
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 12:43 pm (UTC)Re: I can't wait
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 06:50 pm (UTC)Re: I can't wait
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 06:58 pm (UTC)The Avengers cast suggest that what we've seen is what there is.
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Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 05:25 pm (UTC)Also something seemed slightly off to me the first time I watched The Avengers trailer. After a rewatch, I think I can explain it: their party seems to consist of three or more big muscly fighters (even if they do have different weapons, they're still similar) and one thief. No wizards. That won't make for an interesting game. Comic. Thing. Hulk. I hope it doesn't actually play out like that.
I'll still try to go and see it, in the hope that it's good.
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Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 06:48 pm (UTC)Your party composition comment interests me strangely. There is, indeed, a plethora of muscly men (to which I say, squeee!), but you underestimate the prevalence of (a) ranged weapons (Hawkeye, and Iron Man's fireball) and (b)the technical wizardry of Tony Stark. That being said, they need a good psychic. In the Marvel universe psychics seem to congregate in the X-Men, whose movie world seems rather different to the Iron Man/Thor/Captain America worlds leading up to the new Avengers movie. Failing an X-men crossover I have no idea who they'd tap, and insufficient experience with the comics to suggest a good candidate. There is, I darkly suspect, an expensive date with Loot collected Marvel volumes in my immediate future...
Actually...
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 07:06 pm (UTC)But srsly, Magneto's daughter Wanda (the Scarlet Witch) joined the Avengers for a time, along with her brother. So there you have your Avenger magic-user :)
Also Cap is very much the Paladin type, isn't he :P. I never liked him, he's too Scott Summers goody-twoshoes for me. I like my heroes on the edge of villainous, like Wolverine or Gambit. Mmmmmm, Gambit. I should tell you who a friend and I cast in our theoretical Xmen movie when we were teenagers.
If you don't get around to the comics, you can get a lot of backstory here: http://marvel.com/universe (warning, life-eating capabilities).
Re: Actually...
Date: Saturday, 15 October 2011 05:48 am (UTC)My point is that you can't really use an X-universe psychic in the Avengers movie universe, they honestly seem to be living in different universes. Thor and Cap America and Tony seem blissfully unaware of any mutant problem, at any rate.
Captain America's paladin is extremely enjoyable, imho. So over the dangerous man thing. Even Tony Stark has palled. My Lawful Good is clearly showing in my old age.
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Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, 15 October 2011 05:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, 14 October 2011 07:57 pm (UTC)I'm starting to come over to the school of thought that suggests you cultivate _two_ very distinct signatures - a quick scrawl for most work-related things, and a proper signature for all formal, personal purposes, such as banking or passport applications. It could even be something as simple as spelling out a first name in one and not in the other. That way you have a very clear distinction between your professional and private interests, and with it an added layer of security.
We used to shred everything as well, with a cross-cut rather than strip-cut shredder. But we've gone through two shredders so far (we have a lot of documents that need shredding, not least because of the nature of my SO's work). So what we tend to do now is pile the papers up and burn them every once in a while.
The in-laws have a cottage which can be heated only with a central wood-burning stove, so it's fairly easy for us; but if you braai relatively frequently anyway, you can dispose of a regular stream of documents that way, too.
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Date: Monday, 17 October 2011 07:49 am (UTC)I completely agree with you as to this year, the suckage thereof, and would be grateful for any words you can put in for me to the relevant authorities. Honestly, if I'm abducted by aliens in the next two months it'll be no more than I expect.