My helpful IT guys have been working on and off all week to exorcise the demons possessing my office laptop, finally declaring it cured yesterday. This morning I'm hearing voices, messages from the great beyond--snippets of music, fragments of ads, hearty voices proclaiming "You're a winner!" I don't mind being a winner except when my laptop is a loser.
So the IT guys have it and they're wiping it clean. I'm fumbling around in the computer lab, trying to get useful work done while awaiting the next incarnation of my office laptop. If the screen starts spinning around and spewing vomit, I'm outta here.
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