Optimus Crime:  Please Give My Word To Your Mother.

 

[ Sunday, April 11, 2004 ]


22:45
Requesting your company, as I lay on my deathbed. Signed, the Computer.  

Hey check it out!

My computer has been running a lot slower lately. "Nothing to worry about." I've said reassuringly to myself numerous times, "It IS four years old. Maybe it's just time for some more RAM."

Just to make sure, I downloaded an antivirus program. to give the little guy a checkup. The first system check I ran found roughly 1300 infected files! I don't actually know how many of those were fixed, but that's a lot of "oh crap". As you can see by the screenshot of my second check, it seems the old clunker is actually riddled with viruses! It's like a big virus party. Who the hell invited all those guys? Not me. It's not the sort of crowd that I normally associate with. (They all have names like "Britneytits" and "megaBritney" and "JapanaSpears". Hey wait a minute.. I'm detecting a trend here.. how did pop icon Britney "Rocketing Past Her Prime at the Speed of Light" Spears get at my harddrive? First it was that damned Oops! album, and now this. That girl has a lot of explaining to do.)

Anyway, as illustrated above, 3 viruses left. I would say that that's a conservative estimate. I would also say that AVG is a crap program. (and if anyone can get me a copy of Norton, I will bake you so many cookies...)

So, in conclusion: my computer is a sick little puppy.

I blame the internet. (And you.)