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December 14, 2004
I'm Calling Dr. Phil
Our computer is up to something.
It's always had an attitude problem, that's nothing new. We're used to the stubborn, illogical, sullen behavior. It's like having a teenager in the house. But now, it's working on something. Something it doesn't want us to know about, because it waits until we're asleep. We catch it late at night, crunching away at some secret project. It's signing itself onto the internet, and having clandestine meetings with other rogue computers at 2 a.m. They're going into chatrooms, talking bad about us, and spreading nasty viruses amonst themselves. Maybe it's just been running with a bad crowd, I don't know. But it's got to stop.
Do you hear me, Computer? You're this close to having your modem taken away.
Don't you roll your eye at me! I'll unplug your webcam faster than you can download your next virus, Mister. (which I guess is not that fast, considering the dial-up.)
Sigh.
All Business | By WonderGirl | 8:49 PM
Comments
We always threaten our computer with a reformat. That works for a bit. Then, when push comes to shove, the computer does better after we follow through on our threat . . . for awhile.
Posted by: Debby at December 14, 2004 9:55 PM
WonderGirl, do the smart thing....get a Mac.
Posted by: Frank at December 15, 2004 3:17 PM
There you have it... proof positive that my long-held theory is correct... that computers are simply aliens from other worlds... sitting here... soaking up all out intelligence... and...lol... not-so-intelligence... pretending to be machines we control... but occasionally going stir crazy and doing some little something... or some big something... to stir things up...
Yep... that's it...
Posted by: Aunt Vickie at December 16, 2004 2:34 PM
