I just had a pop-up tell me I had a virus and it was going to delete my hard drive in five minutes unless I called a phone number displayed on my screen. Naturally, I couldn't take the risk, so I deleted my hard drive right then and there. I'm not going to wait five minutes to correct this problem! What if it corrupts my hard drive? Much safer to just delete it... If I'm going to have my files corrupted, I might as well make sure they are all deleted instead, right?
Part of me is curious what would have happened if I called the number, and I certainly would have considered doing so had not an incredibly annoying audio message also been playing the entire time warning me that my hard drive was going to be deleted. I'll give the pop-up people credit though, the window was nearly impossible to close. I actually wound up force-quitting Chrome, which was frustrating. Luckily, Chrome has my back and restored the tabs I had open. (Thank goodness that didn't include Mr. Virus's tab; what a stupid loop that would have been.)
I think the name of the thing was something-or-other-doctor247. I really only remember that it ended with 247. The only reason I include this information is because this popped up while I was trying to stream a TV show, and my parents also stream TV shows, and my dad has been known to get a bit trigger-happy with the mouse when pop-ups tell him he needs to do something. So in case it wasn't abundantly clear, if you see that message (or one like it), you should definitely panic and throw the computer out the window.
Anybody who knows me is probably at this point questioning how I have time to be writing a blog post at such a busy time in my life. But then again, since they know me, they are probably not very surprised that I'm writing a blog post at such a busy time in my life. I tend to write these things during periods of introspection, emotional turmoil, confusion, or procrastination. This is certainly the latter, but for the first time (perhaps), not much of the former. Things are going pretty well, and this wasn't preceded by any ennui, sadness, or even existential angst. So I'll just give you a brief rundown and let you get on with your day.
Sporadic updates:
I'm dating someone! I haven't talked to her about writing about her, so I won't say more until I do, but things are going pretty well. I'm a bit worried that I'm going to start thinking things are going too well and transition into making things more complicated than they need to be, actually. I'm always too skeptical of happiness. If I'm not trying to fix something, that just means I haven't discovered the problem yet. (Must. Find. Problem.) But for now, nope, everything is peachy.
My shoulder is almost capable of playing handball again. I've sort of forgotten how to serve, but it's not like that's an important part of the game. (Hint: yes it is.) I'm super jealous of the Minnesotans playing on the WPH tour the past few weekends, but I just keep telling myself the fact that I'm going to travel to Ireland makes it okay.
Sarah is visiting! Then she's headed off to Europe. Then I'm headed off to Europe! Then I'm coming back from Europe. Then she isn't coming back from Europe... Hmmmm... Things will work themselves out (as usual).
I'm running a handball tournament next weekend. That could go... interestingly.
My living situation is a bit nontraditional at the moment. I sort of live at the law school. (And the reason I say "sort of" is because I'm not sure if me writing it without the sort of is an admission that I'm breaking some sort of law. Not that I'm breaking any laws... But yeah, let's not tell all my classmates and professors or anything.) There are worse places to spend 80% of my time, I suppose. There's free food here, horizontal spaces to close my eyes, bathrooms, microwaves, and most importantly, internet. If one were to consider vagrancy as an alternative to rent (not that I would advocate such an approach), there are even showers at the recreation center! So... life is good?
I miss writing. I say that a lot, but dating someone who writes reminds me that I wanted to do that too at one point. We met up some of her old colleagues recently (they all worked in journalism together), and I kept thinking "I can totally participate in this conversation... oh wait, no I can't; I'm a lawyer-person now." So I just stood there awkwardly, which is definitely my specialty when it comes to socializing.
Okay, well, I was just using this as an excuse to get my fingers moving on a keyboard, so I'll cut it off here (and further support my claim to awkwardness), but maybe I'll jot some things down here every once in a while.
PS: Have you heard about Star Wars? I like Star Wars...
