It occurs to me that I should back up all the files on this computer because very shortly now I might have its brains bashed in by the Geek Squad at Best Buy.
Picassa has gone psycho on me, making 18 copies of any photo I try to import or export, then whiffs off with the excuse it can't read any one of them.
HP Photo Smart is dumber than a box of rocks.
Mozilla Firefox has turned into Mozilla Fireturtle.
Internet Explorer is exploring some parallel universe that is in the Stone Age.
And so I beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into deep inner rage. (Sorry, F. Scott.)