A small illustration
That is a visual representation of how I feel about the virus that is currently infecting my hard drive and fucking up my life. A virus that was downloaded by the boys along with a file that was supposed to help fix the Love Monkey's computer, but in the end was not only virused up to fuck but also did not contain the right information.
This has been going on since Tuesday and hopefully today it will stop. With luck, I will indeed take that ax blade and imbed it into the skull of the trojan that keeps restarting my computer at inopportune times and I will slay it. I will be covered in the blood and guts of glorious victory and I won't have had to put my fist through anything that exists outside of cyberspace.
This incredibly irritating occurence has meant that I have missed two tutoring sessions this week. Apparently, I have angered the Father of one of my students (because I thought I had it sorted and then my computer crashed an hour before class and I asked if I could cancel class to hopefully get things sorted out.) He shouldn't complain, though. His son's lesson yesterday was ten minutes longer than it had to be (although, again I was late signing on because my computer, once again, restarted itself.)
The plus side of this is that my BIOS has been updated and my registry has been cleaned. I have updated my security and I now have a new spyware program that will hopefully help in keeping things running smoothly. I will not say that it is fixed, or even that I am hopeful that it will be fixed soon. But, rather, I will say that I do carry the axe of "Get Out, You Varmit" and that I will use i t on anything cheeky enough to fuck up the smooth sailing that used to be my sweet little machine.
And, in the end, I will succeed!
