Apparently, there's this stuff floating around in the internet called "Spyware." These "Bots" somehow attach themselves to your microchips, determine the least optimal moment, and flood your comp-uter screen with hundreds upon hundreds of windows filled with pussies, cocks, and boobies.

"Manna from heaven," you say. "Praise be to The Maker."

Under normal circumstances, I'd concur, except that my workplace is not quite like the primate exhibit -- spontaneous masturbation is, apparently, not encouraged.

It took the entirety of the morning, but good old Zain and I were able to vanquish the smut-slinging foe. The fight has left me tired.

I've learned never to install software containing the words "Whazit" or "nCase." Those are baddies. I've also learned another reason to love Apple -- no one cares enough to write this shit for Macs.

Analogcabin @ 12:14 PM
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