PRICKITY PRICK PRICK PRICKING PRICK PRICK PRICK!
So I think I know what is wrong with my computer.
Apart from the fact that I don't provide it enough computer to computer loving that is - now Mum and Dad did up their computer, I should hook my old biddy up with their new filly and see what happens - I have come to the conclusion that the term Aurora is no longer cool.
It isn't cool because I have a virus on my computer, or rather, some spyware, or malware, or something, on my computer that creates stupid pop up's etc. Now, it's too complex for me to try and figure it out in half an hour, and I have a tutorial for myself to do it, but it looks like my laziness has overtaken my desire to have a proper working computer again so I will organise a computer technician (who is called Jose, and when I heard this, I was afraid it was going to be that Jose from high school with his leather jacket and crazy hair do, how I wanted to smack him in the face, how I wanted to show him that playing GTA on the schools computers is not fun, how I wanted to...) to come out and do my dirty work for me.
That means that I won't delete any random things that I shouldn't be deleting.
That also means that I need to get rid of that file on my desktop that has pictures of scat and people urinating on each other. Don't ask, it's probably best to wait until the time is right and then I'll explain.
"I said, you fuckin' die!"
I think that this virus problem came about when I tried to cheat the system and save myself $50 and download Photoshop. I still really want photoshop because there's a few photo's that I want to tamper with and I think that will make really nice ones - like that purple vomit I took a photo of yesterday BLEGH! - but it seems that I'm not ready to be legal and go by the rules and stop rorting systems and stuff.
I think I'll shave my head tomorrow in protest.
I have about fifty different programs on my computer set to kill anything that moves. Spyware remover, killsoft, hijack this! (kapow!!!) and the like. It's great. I feel like I'm ready for the Cold War. Pity summers around the corner.
It's funny that I'm not as funny as I like to think I am and that I can write a long journal entry about the state of my computer, all in the while I should be studying for uni.
To that, I say, hey! I watched that Samuel Beckett doco on my own accord the other day and read the whole collection of stories in More Kicks Than Pricks (which was, and still is, banned in Ireland in 1963, and has been banned in other countries, just goes to show some places don't like the word Prick).
Apart from the fact that I don't provide it enough computer to computer loving that is - now Mum and Dad did up their computer, I should hook my old biddy up with their new filly and see what happens - I have come to the conclusion that the term Aurora is no longer cool.
It isn't cool because I have a virus on my computer, or rather, some spyware, or malware, or something, on my computer that creates stupid pop up's etc. Now, it's too complex for me to try and figure it out in half an hour, and I have a tutorial for myself to do it, but it looks like my laziness has overtaken my desire to have a proper working computer again so I will organise a computer technician (who is called Jose, and when I heard this, I was afraid it was going to be that Jose from high school with his leather jacket and crazy hair do, how I wanted to smack him in the face, how I wanted to show him that playing GTA on the schools computers is not fun, how I wanted to...) to come out and do my dirty work for me.
That means that I won't delete any random things that I shouldn't be deleting.
That also means that I need to get rid of that file on my desktop that has pictures of scat and people urinating on each other. Don't ask, it's probably best to wait until the time is right and then I'll explain.
"I said, you fuckin' die!"
I think that this virus problem came about when I tried to cheat the system and save myself $50 and download Photoshop. I still really want photoshop because there's a few photo's that I want to tamper with and I think that will make really nice ones - like that purple vomit I took a photo of yesterday BLEGH! - but it seems that I'm not ready to be legal and go by the rules and stop rorting systems and stuff.
I think I'll shave my head tomorrow in protest.
I have about fifty different programs on my computer set to kill anything that moves. Spyware remover, killsoft, hijack this! (kapow!!!) and the like. It's great. I feel like I'm ready for the Cold War. Pity summers around the corner.
It's funny that I'm not as funny as I like to think I am and that I can write a long journal entry about the state of my computer, all in the while I should be studying for uni.
To that, I say, hey! I watched that Samuel Beckett doco on my own accord the other day and read the whole collection of stories in More Kicks Than Pricks (which was, and still is, banned in Ireland in 1963, and has been banned in other countries, just goes to show some places don't like the word Prick).