Computer Virus, or Cell Bio 101
I tried downloading a new antivirus program for my computer yesterday. Then I tried downloading it again, then I tried another one, but MY COMPUTER KEPT FREEZING UP.
The most I accomplished was finding out I have at least 64 virus-ridden worms or some other crawly things lurking in all the dark, hidden (for me, anyway) places in my computer.
I was so frustrated! I figured, hey, I have a couple of hours to kill before I have to leave for work, why don't I check out that neat, FREE, antivirus program Dearest M. Told me about?
So, I tried it. And after finding out about the 64 whatevers, I was invited to pay $29+ for my free program.
I called Dearest M, who, being a calm (relatively), steady (again, relatively) Capricorn vs. my very impatient Scorpio (Sagittarius rising), nicely offered to talk me through the installation.
That's when I found out I was trying to install the wrong program.
So we tried installing the correct one, and by the time I'd tried navigating between about 5 screens, losing them and bringing them back up, I was ready to scream. Dearest M never gave any indication that he wanted to hang up on me, though. That poor man deserves an award for putting up with my dramatics.
Once again, we found I have 64 horrible creatures waiting to freeze me up, crash me up, RUIN hours of work on this time-and-sanity-saving machine I call my PC (that's not always what I call it-- sometimes I call it foul, stupid piece of crap).
I was ready to cry. I no longer had 2 hours before I had to leave for work, and MY COMPUTER FROZE UP.
Nothing, not coaxing, begging, or yelling at it, could get it to unfreeze. I finally had to just shut it down, which hurt, because even the ol' 3-finger salute wasn't responding.
You know what I think? I think my PC is trying to eat itself. Those worms or bugs or whatever , Trojan, Ramses, whatever their names are, are cancer cells, gobbling up the very T-cells and leukocytes that rush in to destroy them. Gaining a foothold in my computer, replicating, mutating, spreading out with their nasty tentacles, metastasizing into every program and process, every accessory, killing off the very programs that should destroy them by waiting at the portals and eating them before those helper programs ever make it inside. They're goners before they've even had a chance to settle in.
Doesn't that remind you of more than a few people you might know? Or maybe sometimes your very own self? Have you ever found yourself in the position of being asked for advice, only to have the person doing the asking reject every suggestion you offer?
There's an excuse (not a reason; reasons are valid) for why anything you say won't work. Sometimes there's an excuse given before you even finish the suggestion.
I'm going to make a Confession (I'm Catholic, I'm allowed): I DO THAT! May God have mercy on me, a sinner (I'm making the Sign of the Cross, here-- I can do that, too). Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
I'm not kidding. I've heard myself shoot down all the loving, kind, well-meaning advice my friends can give me, and I think I know why. I think it's because if I actually try to do anything to help myself, I'll have nothing to complain about. I won't be able to play "poor me" anymore.
My friends try to build me up, make me healthy (or just shut me up) and I kill their words off. I kill off the good, positive energy they so generously lend me. I send out my Trojans and Ramses and everything else I can think of to stop that energy from getting me off my pity pot.
I find myself freezing up, refusing to budge from my poor little self. So my friends eventually go away, while I sit alone and regroup.
Fortunately, I have an organic brain, not a virtual one, and I can control the GIGO (garbage in, garbage out). I can let my friends know how much I love and appreciate them, thank them for putting up with me, and become aware of when I'm having a pity party so I can cut it short before it gets too involved.
Guess what? My daughter just told me we already have the virus program that I was trying to install. Thanks, sweetie. It was in the PC the whole time, just needed to be run. See? Just like me! Just like other people like me. I think I'm feeling a little embarrassed now.
The most I accomplished was finding out I have at least 64 virus-ridden worms or some other crawly things lurking in all the dark, hidden (for me, anyway) places in my computer.
I was so frustrated! I figured, hey, I have a couple of hours to kill before I have to leave for work, why don't I check out that neat, FREE, antivirus program Dearest M. Told me about?
So, I tried it. And after finding out about the 64 whatevers, I was invited to pay $29+ for my free program.
I called Dearest M, who, being a calm (relatively), steady (again, relatively) Capricorn vs. my very impatient Scorpio (Sagittarius rising), nicely offered to talk me through the installation.
That's when I found out I was trying to install the wrong program.
So we tried installing the correct one, and by the time I'd tried navigating between about 5 screens, losing them and bringing them back up, I was ready to scream. Dearest M never gave any indication that he wanted to hang up on me, though. That poor man deserves an award for putting up with my dramatics.
Once again, we found I have 64 horrible creatures waiting to freeze me up, crash me up, RUIN hours of work on this time-and-sanity-saving machine I call my PC (that's not always what I call it-- sometimes I call it foul, stupid piece of crap).
I was ready to cry. I no longer had 2 hours before I had to leave for work, and MY COMPUTER FROZE UP.
Nothing, not coaxing, begging, or yelling at it, could get it to unfreeze. I finally had to just shut it down, which hurt, because even the ol' 3-finger salute wasn't responding.
You know what I think? I think my PC is trying to eat itself. Those worms or bugs or whatever , Trojan, Ramses, whatever their names are, are cancer cells, gobbling up the very T-cells and leukocytes that rush in to destroy them. Gaining a foothold in my computer, replicating, mutating, spreading out with their nasty tentacles, metastasizing into every program and process, every accessory, killing off the very programs that should destroy them by waiting at the portals and eating them before those helper programs ever make it inside. They're goners before they've even had a chance to settle in.
Doesn't that remind you of more than a few people you might know? Or maybe sometimes your very own self? Have you ever found yourself in the position of being asked for advice, only to have the person doing the asking reject every suggestion you offer?
There's an excuse (not a reason; reasons are valid) for why anything you say won't work. Sometimes there's an excuse given before you even finish the suggestion.
I'm going to make a Confession (I'm Catholic, I'm allowed): I DO THAT! May God have mercy on me, a sinner (I'm making the Sign of the Cross, here-- I can do that, too). Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
I'm not kidding. I've heard myself shoot down all the loving, kind, well-meaning advice my friends can give me, and I think I know why. I think it's because if I actually try to do anything to help myself, I'll have nothing to complain about. I won't be able to play "poor me" anymore.
My friends try to build me up, make me healthy (or just shut me up) and I kill their words off. I kill off the good, positive energy they so generously lend me. I send out my Trojans and Ramses and everything else I can think of to stop that energy from getting me off my pity pot.
I find myself freezing up, refusing to budge from my poor little self. So my friends eventually go away, while I sit alone and regroup.
Fortunately, I have an organic brain, not a virtual one, and I can control the GIGO (garbage in, garbage out). I can let my friends know how much I love and appreciate them, thank them for putting up with me, and become aware of when I'm having a pity party so I can cut it short before it gets too involved.
Guess what? My daughter just told me we already have the virus program that I was trying to install. Thanks, sweetie. It was in the PC the whole time, just needed to be run. See? Just like me! Just like other people like me. I think I'm feeling a little embarrassed now.
Lori finally stopped procrastinating at 9:44 PM
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