This really chapped my lips...I recently bought a new computer. Mine was getting old, had lost its whistle, and
few remaining bells didn't ding a nicely as they had in
past. Yep, it was time for a new state-of-the art dream machine with CD burner, DVD player, a bazillion gigabyte drive and more RAM than Rambo has. I whipped out my trusty credit card and told my local CompUSA to ring it up.
Well, needless to say I was enthralled. Blazing speed, working whistles, and bells that were more like
Big Ben gong! I could tear through spreadsheets with one CD-ROM tied behind my back. One day, about three months later, my Son came home from college. Having heard all about my new pride and joy, he sat down behind
keyboard and fired that puppy up. He put it through its paces for about 30 minutes and then turned and said 'It's nice Dad, but I thought it would be faster'. HE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FASTER? What was he, crazy? This box was so hot that it came with it's own fire department.
Then he started poking around
hard drive. 'Dad', he said, 'You need an exterminator. Your PC is infested.' 'Infested with what, bugs?'. 'Nope', he said 'Spyware'. 'Spy What?'. 'Spyware', he replied. And then he explained.
Even thought I had a good virus prevention utility installed, it didn't protect me against Spyware. Spyware, it seeks, are nasty little programs that get downloaded in similar fashion to
way a virus does. It can be attached to an email, or even one of those new talking E-Cards. it can hide in one of those 'Click Here to close this window' boxes, or in any of seemingly a hundred other secret ways.
There are essentially two types of Spyware. The less dangerous type either causes lots of ads to pop up every time you go on
Internet, or records your shopping and surfing habits in order to report them back to Big Brother somewhere. Of course, these steal your PC's clock cycles, and cause your hard drive to get bloated, which ends up slowing your entire system down. The problem is,
loss of speed is gradual and you don't even know it's happening until Mr. Big Shot college kid comes along and tells you that your PC is slow.