To be, or not to be...

My computer died last night.

And I suppose, to be perfectly honest, it was murdered. It didn't commit suicide. But murder isn't nearly as funny...but it might be, if I draw it right.

Anyway, I was going through my now-deleted list of favorite blogs, and one of them (don't worry, it was somebody I only blogstalk..I don't actually know them) spit out a virus at me and it ate my software. I could actually hear it munching away (but, I suppose it could have been Jeremy, who was loudly munching away on a hot dog at the time...).

My screen went black.

My heart sank.

And Jeremy kept eating his hot dog, and said, in an anti-climactic way, "I'm gonna hop in the shower."

I sat with my computer in my lap, rocking back and forth, and consoling it's lifeless body,

"Shhh...it's going to be okay...shhhh...."

The computer replied by saying,

"Hello, I am dead. Please press any key to make it permanent."

I knew it was a trick question, so I didn't do anything.

"...Good job! Now I am still dead, but will give you the option to resurrect me, with slightly less (okay, A LOT less) information than you had on me before...."

"OOO! I pick that one!"

"Okay, all I need is some DVD-Rs..."

I then tried a whole bunch of CD-Rs and for some reason they didn't work.

"WHAT AM I DOING WRONG!?!?!?" I screamed, shoving multiple disks into any slot I could find.

"I DON'T WANT THOSE!" my computer screamed back, spiting out the useless CDs.

We glared at each other, and then I pushed the button on top of the monitor and walked toward the bathroom.

I could hear it protesting as I went down the hallway that it couldn't see, and that it was lonely.

Oh well...

Dad came over today and helped me get my computer back to near-normal condition.

I asked him, "So...how do I get the information off the back-up disks?"

"I don't know. Good luck."

Gee, thanks, Dad...

Lucky for you, I figured it out, otherwise, you might have found your car mysteriously covered in eggs...