I was just walking around the farm (um, yeah, we're moving to DH's family's farm, did I mention that? The move is in progress) the other day thinking, gosh, it's been a while since I've had a good computer virus to chase down. Not that I want anyone to purposely get a virus on their computer, but you know, if one should appear and I could eliminate it, that would really be nice.
And then Tom comes up to me and says oh by the way, the computer's really messed up. Stuff's popping up all over the place. I was way too excited about it. But really, it's true. It really makes me happy to fix a virus (a term I'm using to represent any badness that affects one's computer). So I got to spend an hour or so last night taking care of the latest. I'm pretty sure this need to fix the computer myself says something about me. I get obsessed with finding whatever's wrong and really don't rest until I get it just right.
Yes, as my brother-in-law would tell me, I could just switch to Mac and then I wouldn't have this problem. But I like PC's. I really do. I have switched to Firefox, though, and I love it. No pop-ups and the whole tabbed browsing thing - which really works for me.
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