As I type this I am watching some super scrubbing spyware program dig out all the nasties that my regular cleaning crew has missed. As I type this I would much rather be pounding the asshole who came up with "Antivirus 2009" a new one. Yeah it is a clever virus and it completely takes control of your Internet connection. Had I not had the old computer in storage as "a ship in ordinary" , i would be totally screwed. I was actually about to conduct bike shop business last night and list some items for sale to attempt to generate some income for the shop. So this is more than just being a severe personal inconvenience. It has messed with my business and I am now not the happy jolly guy I was two days ago............................
Seventeen hours later our poor and bedraggled protagonist sits forlornly at his desk feeling....... well, feeling beaten and cowed under the hob nailed boots of russian computer thugs who have taken control of his computer. He resents their cavalier and brutish invasion and would smite them down in an instant if he could. His connection to the rest of the World broken, our hero is reduced to punching keys on an ancient keyboard through a tired eleven year old hard drive while squinting at a 13 inch cathode tube screen that forgot long ago what real colors looked like. Adding insult to injury, our fallen champion finds himself $50 lighter in the pocket after a failed attempt to buy his way out of trouble.
Pity this poor man. For he deserves pity if nothing else for all his wasted heroic effort. He sits a fallen hero, a hero who may never rise up to meet evil again. For he has given up and realized his fate is now to be chained to this desk and desperately and futilely in ever weakening blows try to fight his way back into the light. But each keystroke gets weaker. Each click of the mouse less pronounced. He has lost his will to fight. The poor bastard.
So went my day here in Acton, Maine. Not just a day like any other day. Somewhere I have hoped to find the nerve to say it has been fun and full of excitement. But after the fourth unsuccessful scan and fix, watching all the objects in the counter get counted down kind lost it's luster and appeal. All in all, I'd rather be in Philadelphia.