There it was. My worst nightmare come true. Well, not THE worst, but close to it. Famine? Nah, I could go a few days without eating and survive. Drought? I can go a day without water. But something more sinister, more insidious was lurking. Little did I know it, but just around the corner, lying in wait like a many headed beast, was the virus that ate Farm Wars. The computer, that is…
It started out just like any other day. Birds were singing, horses whinnying, children dancing, you get the picture. A nice day. I was happy that day…. until IT happened. The unthinkable. The many headed beast lying in wait inside my computer struck! I was in shock. I had been so very careful, or so I thought. Antivirus? Check! Malwarebytes? Check! Spyware cleaner? Check and double check! Blind-sided like a rookie in his first gunfight. There I was – down for the count. Taken out in less time than it takes to scratch and sniff. My computer was a paperweight, and I couldn’t feel my feet.
Lead feet notwithstanding, I jumped to attention and tried desperately to get something to work, then bucked up, girded my loins, and hit the reset button, frantically hitting the F8 key to try and get to what is loosely described as “safe mode,” but should more accurately be portrayed as the filthy, cowardly, Benedict Arnold of computer programs that gave in at the last stand and threw me overboard to wrestle with the sharks. An act worthy of the plank. This virus ate through my computer while in “safe mode.” Enough said about that.
The good news? We’ve got a new computer with a new operating system, upgraded programs, and all sorts of space. Just as I reached my lowest and thought things could not get any worse, friends came through and built us a screaming system. And this system is better than I could have imagined. From rags to riches almost overnight…. well, actually… 13 days, 2 hours, 56 minutes and 37 seconds. But I wasn’t counting. Really… No, really….
© 2012 Barbara H. Peterson