As day’s go, this one is rather standard for this week (did I mention I am getting oral surgery on Tuesday; that was booked two days ago). First a computer virus Trojan completely took over my internet connection. What a way to start day two of “I am going to blog every day this month.” After getting rid of 1190 different adware, spyware and malware programs embedded in my computer I still couldn’t find the one which had not only taken over the internet to do ad-ware but was using windows to create systems restore points in case I did find it then it could restore itself back to life. I know how life imitates art; but where does it say my computer is supposed to imitate my medical conditions?
The local geek boy shop said that I was using “last year’s tech” and they could rid me of this problem in a couple hours. I gave up and gave it to them. I get a call, waking me from my afternoon sleep telling me after five hours of work, they can’t get the main computer virus which has rewritten the root of windows and they are wiping my computer clean. Since I have two firewalls, Avast and a cleaning program I wanted to know how this got in. He says that since I am a DVD pirate, I have to expect stuff like this when dealing online. What? He mentions that since I use a program AnyDVD, what can I expect. Is AnyDVD a Trojan? I ask. No. I inform him that I moved from the UK and have several hundred DVD’s from four different region code areas (US is region 1, UK is region 2, Asia is region 3 – I even have a region 5, a DVD from Russia). He goes, “Oh.” Only later I remember that AnyDVD, besides disabling the artificial region code protection set up by DVD makers (to make more money), also can be used to strip a DVD and copy it. This guy was assuming I was a person stripping, copying and trading DVD’s. Sigh. So tomorrow I am going to play the “crip card” on his ass by telling him the truth: I am terminal neuro degenerative who spends a lot of time not moving very much. I watch DVD’s because I can do that when my hands and arms shake, when I have loss of trunk and neck support. I order them from amazon.uk, Amazon.com and legal Asian distributors like Sensasian because they deliver right to my door and my home care worker brings me the package (they’ll even open the packing). And while he may be getting illegal whatever online, I actually use the program for the PURPOSE it was written – to watch my legally owned DVD’s I am too fucking weak to go out and buy like a normal able bodied person.
So I will get a nicely reformatted harddrive without even Wordperfect, so how I am going to keep blogging will be a big of a challenge for a while (not to mention watching those DVD’s – and I’ve been watching Tribes – the post-apocalypse TV series about child gangs running the city after a worldwide virus. It’s from New Zealand and pretty cool if you wanted a sort of child version of Mad Max). Another big Sigh!
In the day’s other news, my grandmother has died today. Or at least that is what is reported. One side of our family seems very connected to the Rasputin gene; no one dies, even when reported dead. For example, one family member told me my Grandmother was about to die (“within a week”) since April. And if she is dead, the question remains whether she was murdered; since I was told that she would ‘definitely’ be dead in four to five days (that was over a month ago). Her oncologist said it was 50/50 if she lasted the week (three weeks ago). The problem is that the plans for her to be dead were so ready that if she didn’t die by today there would be serious problems; deposits lost for memorial services, airplane tickets that had to used, etc. It had been suggested in various subtle (and unsubtle) ways that maybe it would be best if she was ‘helped’ to pass on. So finding she died on the last possible day does make me wonder. Actually her dying at all makes me wonder because; if there was anyone who simply never died it would be her.
I supposed this appears a bit callous but I assure you, after you have been told your grandmother (or grandfather) is dead (or will be dead in ‘hours/days’) for the 10th time, you tend to want independent witnesses. The other thing I learned about my extended family is: once they find I am terminal, if they come into my apartment, all pillows, cushions and other smothering devices will be well hidden. Also, if I find out that anyone has started a list of who gets what, or start finding extended family member’s names written on the back of my stuff; I’m going to ensure there is a BIG bonfire for when I get transferred to the hospital permanently (one I can see from my window). If any of this offends you then a) you don’t know my extended family, b) you are my extended family or c) I claim that it is “the grief” talking. Anyway, thanks Grandmother; you taught me more about the Edwardian Period, stiff upper lip, “those sorts of things aren’t spoken of in polite company” and the importance of being perceived as upper middle class than any book or even living in the UK could teach me. I might just be one of the only females my age to actually have lived in a house that had a ‘parlour’ which was only used on Sunday evenings (along with the ‘Sunday china’) and where the organ resided. The one thing that springs to mind when I came out was the difficulty in understanding who “them” was in conversation with her. Like, “I used to see so many of ‘them’ in the 70’s.” Since ‘them’, like any good Edwardian, meant, “not us”; which could be used for blacks, gays, jews, poor, and/or people who dropped their “H's” when they spoke.
Rest in peace Grandmother......assuming you really are dead this time.
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