I got hit by a virus in my inbox yesterday. A nice little Trojan Horse that looked like it was caught and quarantined, but at the same time holding eight or so months worth of blabbering commentary amongst friends hostage, apparently permanently. Fortunately, the other inboxes, with more important-type information, were spared.

I thought.

On a casual reboot this afternoon, something, presumably this little virus bastard, put my whole system on lockdown. It sees that I have Windows 2000 there, it knows that Windows 2000 needs to boot to let me look at porn work on computer-related projects, but it ain’t happening. So, I’ve spent most of the day alternating between thankfulness that alot of the important stuff is already saved on servers at various domains, and also wondering how many of my files I’ve neglected to back-up for the last time.

So, various online activities may be slim to none for awhile. Parts of it may be my fault, although I run virus protection, and am pretty careful about what I open and such, but maybe I left a door open for this one. Regardless, I still can’t let myself take more than a tiny crumb of responsibility for it.

(Kids stop here.)

(I mean it. If you’re under 18, stop reading.)

(Even if the next line says “Keep on Reading”, STOP FREAKING READING!!!!)

The lowlife cocksucking douchebag pimple-faced 15 year old whores who create and release viruses, in all their many forms, are the lowest sacks of shit this side of New York City. Be glad that you got me, you bitches, go rub one out in your Dungeons and Dragons collection, I hope you find yourself on the business end of an ass raping very soon. And when whoever’s behind said raping is done defiling your crappy little balloon knot with a chainsaw, I hope he soaks it in bleach and gives it to you again.

And then hands you off to his brother.