Tech Support

My weekend at home has consisted mostly of bashing angry fists at a computer. Thanks to some magnificent bastard of a virus, I spent the whole of friday night and saturday fiddling with various tools trying to resurrect this computer. At about 9 P.M. on saturday I decided I couldn't be arsed and just reformatted. Obliteration of any form is very satisfying.

I also think I'm turning into Chris Langham. On the train back I saw a small child wearing a ticket inspector's fleece, clearly the son of a conductor. Instead of jumping to this logical conclusion, I spent about ten seconds considering what a small ticket inspector he was. Come to think of it, I also thought the same of the daughter of Jeff Goldblum in Jurassic Park 2 the other night.

I'm beginning to think maybe I don't believe children actually exist anymore. They're just small but terrifying geniuses wanting to wreak havoc.