Two weeks ago, about that, my brother complained of something really weird with his computer. Don't ask me why, because I don't remember now, but the first thing I did was borrow my PC-savvy friend's hard drive diagnostic and go to town. It turns out that it's perfectly ok...well, intact anyway. So, I decided that maybe I had better turn on the computer (supposedly it's crashing just after loading Window) so that I can see what's actually going on.
I'm gonna come right out and say this: if I live through the week, I'll be surprised. RINGU! It's the bloody Ring on a Toshiba laptop. First, it's a checker pattern of striped columns of odd, gross color static: it's got the color palate of a bad '60s couch: orange, yellow, sickly green, you know the type; like woven vomit. Ten-to-twenty seconds of that, and this fine LCD transitions into a slowly shifting pattern of grays, like paper burning in slow motion. Heebie-fucking-jeebies. It's possessed.
It just seems too damned elaborate to be something as simple as a broken video card; it's too damned complex, like the bleeding Leonardo virus from Hackers. Those're my two choices here, both from films: either someone thinks they can ransom the oil tankers of a multinational conglomerate off my brother's laptop, or else within a week's time, the McCarthy lineage will be a dead end.
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Just as a fail-safe, I think it of utmost importance for this week that I focus solely on siring as many potential heirs as possible. What do you think?
Incidentally, I figure that since the next step is <internetwritingisbetterwithstrikethrough> hiring a fucking exorcist </internetwritingisbetterwithstrikethrough> nabbing a virus scan boot disk, and that's somewhere around $60 anyway, he might as well take it to a professional from here. This is just too far out of my league; I can't even bless holy water.
I'm gonna come right out and say this: if I live through the week, I'll be surprised. RINGU! It's the bloody Ring on a Toshiba laptop. First, it's a checker pattern of striped columns of odd, gross color static: it's got the color palate of a bad '60s couch: orange, yellow, sickly green, you know the type; like woven vomit. Ten-to-twenty seconds of that, and this fine LCD transitions into a slowly shifting pattern of grays, like paper burning in slow motion. Heebie-fucking-jeebies. It's possessed.
It just seems too damned elaborate to be something as simple as a broken video card; it's too damned complex, like the bleeding Leonardo virus from Hackers. Those're my two choices here, both from films: either someone thinks they can ransom the oil tankers of a multinational conglomerate off my brother's laptop, or else within a week's time, the McCarthy lineage will be a dead end.
...
Just as a fail-safe, I think it of utmost importance for this week that I focus solely on siring as many potential heirs as possible. What do you think?
Incidentally, I figure that since the next step is <internetwritingisbetterwithstrikethrough> hiring a fucking exorcist </internetwritingisbetterwithstrikethrough> nabbing a virus scan boot disk, and that's somewhere around $60 anyway, he might as well take it to a professional from here. This is just too far out of my league; I can't even bless holy water.
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Tritone said:
Just as a fail-safe, I think it of utmost importance for this week that I focus solely on siring as many potential heirs as possible.
Oh really?
Interesting. . . .