War Wounds

Don't know why this story popped into my head, but it did. When I was about four years old, I had gotten what was essentially rugburn on the back of my neck. Turns out I had taken a blanket or something similar and rubbed it vigorously back there while imitating something I had seen Steven Tyler do with his crazy microphone in an Aerosmith video. It hurt like Hell. The moral of the story: Steven Tyler is a terrible role model.

Death

Well, I need a new computer. No ifs ands or buts. It's been dead for weeks, but everytime I told someone what was happening to it, I got a different answer. "You contracted a Trojan virus. You'll need to wipe your hard drive and start over." "Sounds like your RAM crapped out. Try getting a new one." After that didn't work: "It's probably your motherboard." Fuck this. I'm not getting my hopes up on this piece of shit anymore. I'll just have to deal with the fact that I won't get any of those files back ever again. Hopefully I can still get my music off of my iPod, that's all I really need to worry about. Everything else (except my novella) can be replaced. Yikes. After checking into some options, I found that I can get a laptop with the same size hard drive and a faster processor for about $350. Rather than replacing it with a new desktop tower that has a MUCH larger hard drive (640GB), that I'll never use all of, for more money, I think I'll have to go with that.