Well, the Google Redirect Virus is reaching its final stages, fake anti-virus warnings popping up every thirty seconds rendering the computer nearly unusable. Phooey-phooey-phoo.
How most viruses work these days is to disguise themselves as anti-virus programs. When the person clicks "Scan for viruses", "Block Threat' or what have you, the malware unleashes its havoc across the system. And usually they try to make money in the process by having you buy their so-called "Pro" version of the software which is no better than the free one.
AV Antivirus Suite is a trap. This is NOT to be confused with AVG, which is good.
Malware Alarm is a well-known trap.
Well, we're currently been reduced to using my tiiiiiiiiiiny netbook, which, obviously, has a display so small you need a magnifying glass to read the text. Wonderful for traveling/quick note-writing, not too wonderful for everything else.
What really annoys me is that the novella I'm working on is inaccessible 'till I get a Puppy Linux CD/jump drive running on the thing, which will take a fair bit of trial and error, since I don't label my CDs after I burn them >_<. I had better do it kinda quickly, too, 'cause I need three, preferably five pages done by the sixth.
Well, m'kay, Friday's journal.
When I was little, I found a blank book. It changed my life.
It's curious; a book full of print has a small chance of changing someone's life, but a book without any writing to be seen in it has almost no chance at all, it would seem.
It would seem.
But things are not always what they seem, and that's what makes the world go 'round. In fact, the world doesn't seem to go 'round, but it does, at several hundred miles per hour.
The book did change my life. Why? Simple: it allowed me to write a story. Actually, I couldn't write. Therefore, I dictated to my mother, and she wrote it down in the little black book. The story itself was pretty much what you would expect from a six-year-old Harry Potter fan; a blunt, predictable plot, much too heavily based on HP, I used myself as the main character, things like that. However, it planted the seeds of writing in my life, which is extremely important to me.
2 comments:
The thought of a blank book makes my skin prickle up in little goosebumps. It has a ridiculous amount of energy - potential - that just screams to my heart, my mind, my blood. I can't even stand it!
I can see how it would be a life changer. :o)
it is funny how books written when you're a kid are always self gloriflying, i remember one of my first books,about 200 pages, never finished of course but my charecter was entirly like me- exsept of course- she was perfict- and well, a superhero :P
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