Ain’t nothing like a good virus to get one writing. Ladies and gents, we have got another one! This particular affliction has to do with all files disappearing save for a new icon which goes by the name Removable Disk.exe and looks like the hard disk icon of one of those old school computers.
Similarities with the earlier bozo
à the files are still there to be seen through virus scanner dialog boxes
à a folder, Removable Disk, nests in Start > All programs > Startup, and causes the computer to log off immediately after booting. This could be overcome by, you guessed it, deleting the Removable Disk folder.
à Hid_ files could not be recovered by the computers that used to
More on this some other time. Right now, let me hit you with some personal stuff. It is like a kebele thing where, to buy something, you also had to take something else. Hey! Don’t you dare stop reading on me now.
I have been meaning to punch this guy in the face. He is one character in this farce which I have been involved in for quite some time now. This guy is so mean that Lucifer has a “good” mind to build his team around him-numero diez, hell’s centerpiece. And funnily enough, he calls me the devils incarnate.
Say not in thine heart, Who shall ascend into heaven? (that is, to bring Christ down from above.) Or, Who shall descend into the deep? (that is, to bring up Christ again from the dead.) Romans 10:6-7
But he really is a certified asshole. Then again I am not exactly blameless myself. And you know how messed up it is, being unable to call out somebody on their bullshit ,let alone calling out their bullshit but even telling yourself that they are wicked, when you know that you are so full of bullshit yourself.
So what do I think from my inches thick glass house?
I wish I could take his face off of him – I really hate his face, put in on mine and punch myself.
In any event, is it Tuesday yet?
Ladies older than me and I, we go way back like car seats. That is to say I have always had a penchant for them. First grade I used to write love letters to my sister’s friend who was a ninth grader. My earliest recollection of an erection, I was visually assaulted by my fifth grade Amharic teacher. Hold your horses people! She did not do striptease in class or anything. It was something else; something far more innocuous.
More examples as they come to me because they are aplenty strewn about in my life. Ok I am exaggerating. What kind of person do you take me for?
May be one or two more.
I would like to take this opportunity to say, to hell with girls below 30.