Home Alone: Day Thirteen.
Well, the first thing that you’re going to notice is that the entry for Day Thirteen should have been posted yesterday and wasn’t. There’s a good reason for that… Bloody computer viruses! Seriously, what is the point of creating these things? It’s probably done by some techie little nerd, sitting in his bedroom with little else to do while his (or her) parents are down stairs watching their soap operas. Seriously, other than to annoy other people and disrupt their work, I can think of no other reason for these viruses. And there’s the rub, they exist purely for malicious intent. Pointless.
I know exactly where it came from, it was YouTube – I was watching, or at least try to watch “Something, something, something dark side” which is the second Family Guy special based on Star Wars, this time The Empire Strikes Back. All of a sudden, a little pop up appeared and I couldn’t shut it off, then more of them popped up saying that my machine was unprotected and no matter what I did, I was caught it a loop. The only alternative was to shut down, restart and hope.
When I did get the machine going again, first off I couldn’t get any webpage to open, however I could get to “anti-virus” software sites that did magically pop up, but as we all know, they’re not genuine. Any attempt to activate any of my own anti-virus software was immediately blocked and after a while, I gave up. I’m now using a very old machine that we let Mana use to play with.
So, other than my battle yesterday with the computer, there’s not much else that I’m willing to tell you about for that particular day – mainly because it just involved me going around the house and doing the tidying, ready for when the family gets back on Wednesday. Scintilating for you, I very much doubt it.
I’m off now to do some more exciting house work, gasp as I wash dishes, gape as I vacuum the carpets and ooh in awe as I hang out the washing. Yeah, I’m hardcore me!
Some people might think that I planted this virus so you have time to do the housework.
It is time for us to pack our bags and we look forward to coming home for the final weigh-in!
Well, having the virus on the machine did mean that I couldn’t waste my time surfing the net, so the effect of no internet did mean that I finally got around to sorting out some of the junk that we’ve been meaning to throw away for some considerable time.
While I was at it, I built an extension to the back of the house, added a couple of turrets to the roof, enlarged the dungeon to compensate for the new Doomsday Machine that I made last week and later today I’m considering going back in time and rewriting certain parts of history – just for a larf. Yeah, you’ll be larfing when I’m the Supreme Ruler of Earth. Mwa ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaa! Me, insane? No. Just bored. Not really, I do have stuff to do…
what a lovely thing for the gent of the house to do….I for one would NEVER be suspicious of the wife planting an evil virus. The worst part of the virus creator is I have a sinking feeling it is some snot nosed 14 year old somewhere….doing it for giggles.
sigh..I am getting OLD
Well, we’re all getting old – or to put it another way, “older”… and you are more than likely to be right about it being a snot nosed kid doing it for kicks. Really they need to be getting out a bit more and quite possibly generate a relationship with someone of the opposite gender, or the same gender – which ever floats their boat.
Go in safe f8 as you boot up your lap top run anti virus software then (everything will be off so shouldn’t activate spyware)
I suspect a virus bomb planted by the wife in time for you to have the jobs done house ready lol
So final weigh in get those donuts quick ………
Hate viruses and if i over hear the pleb nerd talking about it ill vent my frustration i have noticed ads on you tube popping on the bottom not good
so fellow Family Guy fan cool stewie doing rocket man is one of my favorite clips ever Brian and Lois brilliant
so er this life imitating art in your house hold ?
Thanks for the tip, I’ll give that a try and see what happens.