Yep, Again (Redux)
Those of you may recall my tribulations last week with the dreaded Conficker virus that wiped out my operating system. Well, apparently the virus attacked the hard drive itself so we're looking at a hard drive transplant. That's right- The little piece of shit who wrote this code created a virus so virulent that no anti-virus program in existence can do anything about it. Yes, it has to be physically removed from your computer. The hard drive is so damaged that it sounds like a buzzsaw in a lumber mill and the virus even shut down the fan. This shitty virus actually physically affects your computer and merely reinstalling the OS isn't enough.
Even though I'm a liberal who's opposed to the death penalty, if I had my way, I'd load every hacker, phisher and virus code writer on a Galaxy C-5A transport, take them up to 40,000 feet, open the back door and unceremoniously drop the little fistfuckers into the coldest body of water on earth. I wish death on each and every single one of these miscreants, especially virus code writers who have nothing better to do with their lives than to destroy the computers of total strangers by turning them into proxy spam servers (that's what the Conficker virus does- It replicates like the AIDS retrovirus, bypasses all your firewalls and anti virus programs and uses your hard drive as a spam server so it all gets traced back to your IP address and not theirs).
So I'll be offline probably until at least after the weekend. I don't know where we're going to get the money for a new hard drive. Those who can afford to help out, please do. If not, thanks for your kind thoughts and patience. According to the law of averages, even someone like me can't continue living a Rodney Dangerfield monologue forever.