Whoops

I broke my end of the internet. That's where I've been these past few days, fixing my end. As it were. Being a webjunkie in these troubled times can be hard work, what with all the wee nasty pesties that float around the internet. You know, worms, viruses, malware, spyware, assholes, adware, and trolls and the like. Although I am a PC user (well, perhaps because I am a PC user) I tend to be one paranoid little cybermonkey. A thousand fixes and products and workarounds - all turned up at full blast - act as my computer's condom, protecting me during my interface with all the freakish shit the online world has to offer.

All this given, it is still possible for one to be too overzealous in one's pursuit of systemic purity. I firewalled my own ass out of a browser connection, is what I did. The dumbest little thing, the stupidest most mundane little check-box you have ever seen, all up in the firewall (which had auto-upgraded while I slept, damn the thing, you know I turned that shit off)...and meanwhile, I'm poring over network settings and making shredded piles of ones and zeroes over in the registry...

Oh, well. Here I am. Alive. Well. Balanced, in a physical equilibrium kind of way. Fat and sassy on a Thanksgiving night, fairly stuffed to bursting with the various and sundry components of the proverbial cornucopia.

And, hey. Happy Thanksgiving.