The end of an era… oh wait, Nope, I’m a genius.

Approximately 7 hours and 23 mins ago a virus violently attacked my computer. I quickly contained the bite biting fiend and called the USU help desk for backup. Upon some deliberation the conclusion was made that I should bring my computer to them for some help. After about 30 mins of intense mouse clicking and hole digging my undergraduate comrade threw in the towel. We had only made things worse. Nothing was left except wiping my hard drive clean- so he said. I went home disheartened, but not defeated. I called a few other computer repair places. They knew the virus, and all concluded that my computer had already given up the ghost; it was time for me to move on. BUT I WOULD NOT! My computer had never let me down and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him down. Visual note: you should be picturing the quintessential dead man on the stretcher when the hero does his double fisted chest smack to restore an unstable but fluttering heartbeat. I coaxed him (my computer) into a previously unavailable safe-mode. After a few more calls, exclaiming my wonderful progress, they left me with little to no hope. Despite their recommendations I continued slowly restoring the most important parts, and in an anti-climactic for you, the reader, but extremely climatic for me, the owner, ending my computer booted up, after 7 hours, as though nothing had ever happened.

So in the end I guess my 4 year old work horse of a computer still has a few years left in him. What did end was the no-anti-virus-software-era. I can afford to share some processing power with my little buddy to help take care of him. I said “buddy, you know you need to take care of yourself.” So we installed the software together. I think being a dad has really opened my eyes to what’s important in my life.