on the 12th day of christmas...

My true love gave to me, MY INTERNET ACCESS BACK! Complete with an industrial firewall to kick any future trojan's ass. Shouldn't a Trojan, by modern definition, be protecting me by providing a barrier to unwanted intruders???? Not the other way around???? Fucking computer hackers...
I have been battling a computer virus for about 6 weeks now and am hoping against hope that I am cured. I may still have the sniffles, but I just can't stay in bed anymore. That said, I am hoping to burst forth with over a month's worth of crap that has been rattling around in my head beginning with the very picture I was dying to post when the computer blew up. It's of my husband's uncanny ability to continue using things even after Al Gore would have tossed them out. Exhibit A was the duct tape sandals.

Exhibit B is this:
 
That, my friends, is the saddest jig saw in all the land. The base plate broke off the bottom BUT HE WOULD NOT BE DENIED HIS TOOL. Nor would he go buy a new one so armed with some wood and a few tubes of epoxy, he "fixed" it.