Prelude: The Toast Reaper

Reginald gaped in horror at the spectral figure towering over him.
"GIVE ME THE TOAST!" screeched the wraith. Reginald only held his toast closer to him. With a cruel laugh, the Toast Reaper withdrew a devilish fork from beneath its robes and raised it high above its head...

~To be continued

Ah, Toast. What a dramatic subject indeed.
Anywho, This is my blog, in which I will document every tiny detail about the weeks leading up to Hamilton and the first month or so of College. Should be sweet.

As you may (or may not) know, I'm currently working at Hamilton College doing research for Rome Labs on live computer forensics. What is that, you might ask? It's kinda like this...

Reginald is currently being attacked by this big ghastly wraith type character. He needs to analyze his situation.

• By using his hearing, he can tell that this big fellow is after his toast.
  
• By using his wraith-a-scope, he can tell that it's a Toast Reaper.
  
• By using his WeakFreakAnalyzer he can tell that the Toast Reaper's weakness is an overly large helping of butter.

This is all well and good, but can he get all this information before the Toast Reaper plunges his gruesome death-fork into him? And if he does get the information, will it matter? Oh, and for the sake of the analogy, Reginald is blindfolded, only speaks Hindi, and doesn't have any hands. In other words, Reginald is screwed.

That's kind of like what I'm doing. I'm bumbling around on a computer with a bunch of random tools. I test out the tools on the computer after I infect it with a rootkit (If viruses could be ninjas, rootkits would be the ninja viruses (actually it's virii but that sounds absurd)). I don't have nearly the technical expertise to be able to get the results possible, the tools are mostly inadequate, and it's kind of a wild goose chase.

Then again, I get paid almost $400 a week, so it's all good.