Well That Was Fun

Spent all of last week dragging ass right and left and when the weekend hit, I barely had the energy to hang out and eat lunch with friends.  Sunday afternoon I mowed the front lawn and that was pretty much when the weekend ended.  As soon as I finished, I decided to give up fighting off the cold that had been coming at me all last week and just embraced the fuck out of it and crawled into bed where I watched a whole lot of House, which has been wearing thin on me this season.

And to end the loser weekend on a perfect note, my wife tells me her web site is down.  Turns out it wasn’t down, but had been infected with some sort of bullshit ad code that took down her entire front page.  Then I wondered if my site had the same problem since both domains share the same server and sure enough, every index.php file on my site had been given extra ad code.

Awesome.

While looking into all that shit, I was getting this odd message on my machine every time I tried to open up certain programs.  Once I was done inspecting my sites, I Googled that error message and hey, guess what?  My Windows machine has the Conficker Worm that everyone’s been so chatty about lately.  So I spent another couple hours backing everything up onto six DVD’s and tonight I’ll have the pleasure of reformatting and reinstalling WinXP.

Boffo.

This time, however, I’ll be doing something slightly different.  This time, when I’m finished installing and restoring all our files, I’ll just skip the part where I reconfigure all my shit and will just use my Linux machine for everything that isn’t a video game.  For my part, I am done with Windows.  I won’t subject myself to the horrors of Vista and I could give a shit about Windows 7 or whatever they finally call it when it sees the light of day.  My wife can use it if she wants to, and I’ll be more than happy to fix it when it breaks.  That’s what you do for the people you love.  But I’m through.  I’ll be spending my week trying to get Photoshop and City Of Heroes to work in WINE.  After that, all I need is a good open source alternative for Dreamweaver, and there will literally be no reason to use a Windows machine ever again.

About

Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

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