infected

    I've spent the better part of the past three days trying to rid my [home] computer of a disgustingly virulent virus and its 17 spyware playmates. Despite Norton Antivirus, McAfee, and Spy-Bot's collective inability to control it, I believe that I have a handle on the damned thing. All that's left is to slog my way through the 14 pages of bleepingcomputer.com's instructions for removal. (Talk about a virus--the cure is nearly as bad as the disease!)
     But it's keeping me out of trouble, and certainly teaching me something about my rare click-first, ask-questions-later attitude on Saturday. Damn it.
     If I manage to get through this with my laptop intact, I should seek employment as a geek. [Look out, Sleek!]