Grrrr.  And grrrrr.  Where has my dedication to being thankful the whole month of November gone?  I have lost my grip and plunged head first into the “it-must-be-Christmas-time” bad attitude.  A thief has stolen my goodwill, my cheery outlook on life, my decision not to despair this season but instead be thankful for 30 days (they say that’s how long it takes to set a new habit), and to come out victorious in the face of the New Year.

The stinking thief lives in a very thin, silver box and costs waaaaay too much money.  That’s the only reason the stinking thief is still in my house today:  I waited waaaaay too long to decide I don’t know what the heck in Hades I’m doing with the thin, silver box, so it must stay because I can’t return the blankety-blank (insert really, really bad words here) thing.

It is, I know, operator error, operator stupidity, operator dumber-than-a-box-of-rocks-when-it-comes-to-computers, but I followed all the instructions (I thought) to the letter.  So why do I now have a blank screen on my disgusting I-so-hate-it Mac Air?

Because it’s possessed by a demon?  I think so.  Because the makers of this computer are too smart for their own good and like messing with people such as I?  Oh, yeah.

So, it’s now off to the friend who just fixed my tower (viruses that came right through the McAfee) to see what he can do with the devil.

I only hope he is still sane the next time I talk to him.