SNYDERMANIA: WZ SNYDER STICKS IT TO THE VIRUS, STEVE JOBS AND BILL GATES

Monday, February 21, 2011

WZ SNYDER STICKS IT TO THE VIRUS, STEVE JOBS AND BILL GATES

Last week, a nefarious virus infested my p.c., making it impossible to open various programs and slowing things down to a crawl. I was ready to purchace a new computer, possibly an Apple. I was considering the Apple switch because friend over at Microsoft said Bill Gates is a mean s.o.b.. Then a fellow blogger pointed out that Steve Jobs is also a mean s.o.b.. Since I didn't want to fork over my hard earned cash to either of those mean sons of bitches, I decided to take one last crack at the nefarious virus. Ladies and germs, I stood toe to toe with that rotten virus, slugging it out for five hours. Quite frankly, I'm not sure what I did. There was downloading, uploading and a heckuva a lot of deleting. And when the smoke cleared, the low down dirty virus had high tailed it out of town.

Final Score:
WZ Snyder 1
Mean Sons of Bitches and that Nefarious Virus 0

As for the cartoon, it has nothing to do with viruses or mean sons of bitches. It's an illustration from my never published children's book, How Larry the Griggit Learned to Fly.

12 comments:

James West said...: This is awesome! I only with the rest of the older generations would be so willing to take the steps to eliminate a virus themselves. May others follow in your footsteps!; February 21, 2011 at 4:47 PM
#167 Dad said...: Jackson!
Great to hear from you!
You could have taken the virus down in seconds...; February 21, 2011 at 6:10 PM
Tom Hakkinen said...: Haha! That's what I like to hear. You show 'em.

I had to do a whole lot of reading "techie" forums and downloading too recently when I decided that I wasn't going to hand over another $200 (AUD) to McAfee for another year of a program which is perpetually annoying. So I found some free alternatives.; February 21, 2011 at 10:52 PM
Guely of Sweden said...: That's the attitude! The Duke is smilling at you from Heaven!; February 22, 2011 at 7:59 AM
ISRAEL CARRASCO said...: That's why I have a real good I.T friend. It's goog to know one in those situations.; February 22, 2011 at 11:23 PM
Clif said...: Congratulations on your victory. But remember an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure!; February 23, 2011 at 10:08 AM
#167 Dad said...: Thanks, Clif.
The virus protection is not up and running...; March 6, 2011 at 9:59 AM
#167 Dad said...: Thanks for stopping by, IZ.; March 6, 2011 at 10:03 AM
#167 Dad said...: Thanks, G-man.
Hey, I thought you were an atheist...; March 6, 2011 at 11:31 AM
#167 Dad said...: Thanks, G-man.
Hey, I thought you were an atheist...; March 6, 2011 at 11:31 AM
#167 Dad said...: Akseli,
I admire your technological prowess and look forward to the day I too am capable of downloading the free protection.; March 6, 2011 at 11:37 AM
Guely of Sweden said...: As a rational person i cannot denied this clear piece of divine evidence. From now on i gonna be writting in tonges brother!; March 6, 2011 at 12:17 PM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?