Gone Phishing

Up way too early, having (due to acid reflux) slept scarcely at all; and worried (though I knew not why, really) about my Bank of America checking account:  Something compelled me, at 3:30 a.m., to call the BankofAmerica hotline and tell the nice, intelligent young woman about how dutifully I had filled out all the information they asked for in their late (1/9/08) "Security Alert Questionnaire"--It turns out it wasn't their questionnaire, but that of some monstrous fraud, "phishing" (?!) my account, using BankofAmerica logos and letterheads, in order to pillage it.  Just fucking lucky that I made that call before my SSI check is deposited (10:00 this evening, Hawaiian time) or I'd've lost it.  New bank card, PIN, etc., should arrive in the mail within the next ten days.   How sordid, squalid the little mind....But interesting how, though I remained totally ignorant,--I still haven't found a definition of "phishing," (so new a neologism it seems to be), although I suppose I understand it well enough now--my Guardian Spirit can plainly be seen Working Miracles (just in the nick of time) of Mysterious Prescience:  O toi qui me prolonges les jours...I would fall down and worship it, except that, somehow, it's not outside myself, and is, in fact, part (if not the very essence) of that Magnum Mysterium of us Men of the West, my Real Inner, Individual Self.  And one would look precious silly, after all, worshipping oneself.