As some of you know, I'm the computer guy for my friends and family. I don't ask for anything, but I almost always get something regardless -- beer, food, even cash once or twice that I tried to turn down, but the other person insisted.
For some reason, I've been busy lately. An ex-roommate who FUBARed the computer before she was kicked out, a service provider who bought out someone's regular provider and left the settings a mess, and most recently, a lightning strike that miraculously fried the dialup modem and nothing else. Then when I came home and thought my work was done, I find that CS itself is having problems... I'm getting too old for this
I thought I would have a nice relaxing weekend, until a really close and really cute friend messaged me, and told me that "those damn kids" did something to her computer, and it was running slow. Since I didn't have much else to do, I told her I'd stop by and have a look.
I didn't find anything serious -- just a few toolbars and dodgy screensaver programs. Oh, and somehow the automatic updates had been turned off and the antivirus I had installed the last time was mysteriously MIA. I fixed those, reinstalled the antivirus, and did a boot scan before I went looking for updates.
Truth be told, I don't always pay attention to what comes up in the initial scan. In fact, it was getting late, I was getting tired, and I was about to cancel the scan, when something came up. It was a trojan, an exe with a blatant filename of something like, "View porn movies."
At that time, my friend's new roommate happened to be walking by, so I asked her who (name of person on the user account where this showed up) was. She said it was her 15-year-old son, who happened to be on the thing right before it started acting up, and who was always on it thru all hours of the night. She also said that he was acting quite suspicious, like he was trying to cover his tracks, when she told him they had to be somewhere right then and there.
She said she was going to let him have it when he comes home tomorrow. For the first time in my life, I'd rather be me than someone else.
For some reason, I've been busy lately. An ex-roommate who FUBARed the computer before she was kicked out, a service provider who bought out someone's regular provider and left the settings a mess, and most recently, a lightning strike that miraculously fried the dialup modem and nothing else. Then when I came home and thought my work was done, I find that CS itself is having problems... I'm getting too old for this

I thought I would have a nice relaxing weekend, until a really close and really cute friend messaged me, and told me that "those damn kids" did something to her computer, and it was running slow. Since I didn't have much else to do, I told her I'd stop by and have a look.
I didn't find anything serious -- just a few toolbars and dodgy screensaver programs. Oh, and somehow the automatic updates had been turned off and the antivirus I had installed the last time was mysteriously MIA. I fixed those, reinstalled the antivirus, and did a boot scan before I went looking for updates.
Truth be told, I don't always pay attention to what comes up in the initial scan. In fact, it was getting late, I was getting tired, and I was about to cancel the scan, when something came up. It was a trojan, an exe with a blatant filename of something like, "View porn movies."
At that time, my friend's new roommate happened to be walking by, so I asked her who (name of person on the user account where this showed up) was. She said it was her 15-year-old son, who happened to be on the thing right before it started acting up, and who was always on it thru all hours of the night. She also said that he was acting quite suspicious, like he was trying to cover his tracks, when she told him they had to be somewhere right then and there.
She said she was going to let him have it when he comes home tomorrow. For the first time in my life, I'd rather be me than someone else.


I AM the evil bastard!



We were in the camp's business office when it started to pour. He was at his desk, I was standing in the doorway chatting with the boss. The lights suddenly went out, followed by a loud clap of thunder. Not long after that, the guy literally flew off his chair. Turns out that lightning hit the tree outside, arced through the air, hit the metal flashing on the roof, then shot through the office, his chair, and finally into the ground
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