Corruption & Drool

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

Especially if you have OCD lurking in your blood.

In a startlingly moronic act of ‘machismo,’ I tried to tackle a corrupted file on my mother’s computer yesterday.

Three hours later, I was pulled kicking, screaming (and perhaps drooling, just a little) from the machine… the corrupted file cackling victoriously as I was dragged away.

Bottom line: All paths lead to madness. Step lightly and carry a drool rag.

Until tomorrow…


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