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Back to the Coal Mines

What an absolutely relaxing Fourth of July weekend. I weaseled Tuesday off and left early the Friday thus making it damn near a five day weekend. I didn't accomplish one thing over those five days (unless you count blowing up an obscenely expensive amount of fireworks on Sunday) , and that's the way I like it.

Returning to work Wednesday, an employee brought in a computer and asked if I could look at it. She said its been running slow, and has a bunch of pop-ups. My workspace is ideal for this and I even have on network connection patched over to the "outside world" T1 which allows me to connect a computer to the internet, and keep it OFF our internal network. After getting past the "hot teen sex" pop ups, I was finally able to get Norton Antivirus to run. 2,121 virus instances later, it completed the scan. Someone call the Center for Disease Control, we have ourselves a genuine world record. I felt the sudden urge to wash my hands. I'm not making this up.

Running Ad-Aware and Spybot revealed just as many spyware instances as there were virus. I don't know how this machine was even booting up. This again bolsters my belief that there needs to be some computer literacy test you have to pass before you can use a computer. Because common sense seems has gone the way of the dinosaurs.

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