I will not buy your magic juicer, no way, no how
You didn’t hear it from me, but Microsoft still attracts unwanted software, like a nice pair of pants around a shedding cat. Despite my efforts to avoid the occasions of infection, my computer is singing to itself.
There’s something disconcerting to be sitting across the room, reading or bothering the sleeping dog or whatever, when the laptop starts performing. Yes, Internet Explorer is often involved (and no, it isn’t my default browser, nor is it apt to be). The opportunities to buy a brand new juicer, or investigate travel options might delight another, but I’m just aggravated.
Oddly, antivirus and antispyware software seem to provide no real protection. That is their business, isn’t it? I can usually spot what the latest vector is called; that’s why the task manager exists. I can hunt symptoms using Google, and I can drop into a command mode window and search properly. Still not enough. Right now, I have rebooted into Linux (a much more sterile world) and the offending .EXE files are gone, sent off to play in the traffic. But why does the heavy hauling fall back on the user?
Just like spam, there must be some idiot that is willing to send money along to the phantom merchant. Maybe we should suggest to the mavins at McAfee and Lavasoft that idiot detection would be more profitable.
I now own a lot of floating floor. Or rather, I’ve paid for nine boxes of 12mm simili-plank. Next on my list of things to do is clearing stuff out of the target room and then sometime later this week (after those bundles have had a chance to attain local temperature and humidity settings), get out the tools and start changing my world.
