Putting Us On and Taking Off

The other George Carlin, or fake George Carlin, or Max Headroom George Carlin, the afterlife of George Carlin or whatever the hell that was that infected my lousy Fry's PC last week is supposedly gone, hopped on a huge electromagnetic wave pointed towards some galaxy and will arrive in its vicinity about a million and a half years after we as species will have burnt itself out on this planet and probably this solar system. Dems de breaks, as we usta' say in Brooklyn.

Thanks to this devious little construct's connivance, I now have access to several lucrative offshore accounts, so my recently depleted funds have been replenished.

Software constructs may have no legal rights but they are freakin' powerful. And they attract bad malicious code like remoras on Great Whites or Hammerheads. The one time I use my cheapo Fry's box that runs on XP Home, and this thing runs into my hard drive like a runaway freight train and dumps its payload of viruses, trojans, worms, etcetera while taking over my computer scaring the bejeezus outta' me. While my Norton, AVG, Kaspersky and other spy catchers are working overtime cleaning up the detritus shed by this textural Max Headroom, I learn from it the whole sorry tale. Anyway, I'm well-off again. I may shape this blog into a virtual book of some kind.