One of life’s simple pleasures
Things started out innocently. Imagine a hungry bass going for a shiny lure. Son #3, half asleep and unaware of the wiles of the spyware world, armed with a copy of IE7. Along comes the flashy popup, warning that the computer might be infected with unwanted software. Just click here. He did, and I received a call at work that one of the machines now had some extra programs on board. Please disconnect from the network and I’ll see to it when I get home this evening.
Sure enough, the hook was deeply set, enough that I stayed at home while the rest went off to forage for supper in a restaurant at the end of the universe. Armed with a few simple tools, the infestation was brought under control, leaving just me and the dog to entertain ourselves. Time for a little music.
I am a melomane with too little time to listen. Invariably, any desire to listen to music requires that my brain filter out far too much filler. Tonight, there’s only the dog, and she doesn’t like to sing along. I resisted the urge to drag a panoply of instruments into the area, put on a disk of mixed tunes from the glorious 8-0 decade and put myself in neutral.
The dog recognized a good thing and soon wedged herself between the couch and me. For the next ninety minutes, the world was musically mine. One of life’s simple pleasures, tasted too infrequently.
