In need of a storm
In the (modern) historical context, getting on the cover of Rolling Stone has been something to sing about. Hey, one group based their career (sic) on just that. Which is why the emotional overload of a Toronto actor/rapper who got “bumped” this week so that the magazine could pay tribute to the passing of an Oscar-winning actor is, simply, disingenuous. Grow up, duck!
Part of my workload, today, was simple. Try to remove a lot of malware from someone’s laptop. The cherry on the sundae was a popup ad that appeared on the main page of the school board (this one machine, alone, thankfully). In Chrome, no less. I found extensions that could not be removed. Since IE had already “died in battle”, and Firefox was not exactly what the client wanted (for a number of specific reasons dealing with web-based software), I had to get involved.
The usual game plan. Reinstall software. Run CCleaner and Hijaak This. Play in the registry. Reset browser options. Apply a FULL YEAR of Windows updates. Busy people get out of the habit of simple maintenance… Anyhow, I didn’t remove everything, and we’ve agreed to reformat and reinstall the laptop OS at the first opportunity. Until then, we need some stormy weather.
I kid you not. When there isn’t time to fix stuff, wishing and hoping for a snow day is an acceptable fallback position. Right now, there’s a “big one” moving up the seaboard, due to arrive here overnight. I’ve been fooled before, I may be again, but the mandatory trip for extra bread, milk and breakfast foods is already done. May the night be noisy!
