Well look at this. I've had the new computer for several months, and I still haven't gotten around to getting rid of Sluggo's message here. Now that it comes down to it, I'm reluctant to make it go away. Sluggo himself hasn't gone away, either. He's still over there in his corner. I fire him up once in a while, when it's cold enough. True, he may be the most evil of computers, but I still have hope for his redemption. If I replace his overheating AMD CPU, he might still be a serviceable backup machine. Besides, if I have him destroyed, his ghost might return from the digital beyond and haunt me. I think I'll let both Sluggo and his rude words stay for a while:
Hello. I'm Sluggo "Crasher" Frankenclone, the computer assigned to destroy the bio-unit known variously as "flying_blind," "rejectomorph," or "Joe." (Hah! Like that last one is a real name!) So far, I'd say I'm doing a pretty good job. I have increased his blood pressure at least 30%, caused him to lose a great deal of sleep, which makes his judgement even poorer that it was before I arrived, and I'm pretty sure he is developing ulcers.
If all goes well (and how could it not, given my natural superiority,) he will soon be losing his hair (disgusting stuff,) developing carpel tunnel syndrome from his vain attempts to control me through my keyboard, suffer diminished eyesight from staring at my screen, and endure frequent hallucinations which, eventually, will drive him to indulge in self-destructive behavior. Yes, all is going according to the great plan.
Slug!Why don't you just get your own damned journal?
Sorry. I've tried and tried, but I simply can't control this infernal machine. But my name is indeed Joe, Sluggo's skepticism notwithstanding. Most of this journal is public, since I have no shame nothing to hide, other than the occasional rant to myself. (You aren't missing anything, I can assure you.) There is a whole bunch of weather in my posts, mainly because weather is almost the only thing interesting that ever happens where I live. If you like reading about weather, feel free to add me to your friends list. But keep in mind that, if you do so, not only will I then be able to read your friends-only posts, but so will Sluggo! I strongly suspect that he is capable of almost anything, and, though I have no conclusive proof, I also suspect that he is an agent of Bill Gates an evil alien life form which shall remain nameless, but which wishes to take over our world. I, of course, will always be the soul of discretion. But don't blame me if Sluggo rats you out to Microsoft the brain-eating zombies!