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Boobies and More!
19 May 2004 @ 11:45 p.m.
Never ever complain of being incredibly bored or the world will throw you an interesting curveball.
Tonight I ate dinner, surfed channels, and enjoyed having the internet back on steady stream (stupid people in the apartment building fucking with the cable connections), but after that I had nothing. So I complain to the sister that I'm bored and BAM, my anti-virus software pops up saying that a Trojan has been identified on the harddrive. No problem, I think, as I open it up to have everything removed. Program does its job, I smile, and reopen the web browser only to be bombarded by teenage pornography. Thank goodness for pop-up blocker otherwise I would have had over 15 windows of hot putang staring at me in the face. Turns out it wasn't just a simple virus, but added a few programs, changed some registry values, and permanently added porn to my web browser.
Adaware caught all sorts of crap, ran the antivirus again only to find 12 more Trojans, get rid of all of it. Still dildos and shaved teen crotch stare at me. It isn't even tasteful porn for goodness sake. Decide to do a few other things that may help out including dumping all the Temp files with no luck. Then a friend and his IT savvy self directs me to a fantastic program that does the same as Adaware but takes the next step deeper. This miracle program discovers over twenty files filled with porn and data mining hacks and trojans. Get rid of them, restart the computer, reset everything for the web browser without opening it and viola! two hours later its fixed.
Or so I thought. Turns out that 90% of the problem is gone, but I still have the naked boobies staring at me when I open up the browser. I can't seem to change the starting page - I change it every single time and nothing ever sticks. Chewba is working on the problem from a distance, but he just snickers at me over the phone as I discuss naked boobies and dildos that stare at me. He thinks its funny that I seem overly concerned with the naked girls obvious malnutrition.
Guess I'm too much of a caretaker even now.
currently reading: Girls' Poker Night by Jill Davis
currently listening: some lame Jane Fonda movie in the background
