Beware of...

In this post, I'd like to talk about how to avoid getting AIDS.

Computer AIDS.

I know I promised reviews of eroge, and some images here and there, but this is one topic that's relevant to me and--

WAIT, DON'T GO! NEXT TIME, I PROMISE! REALLY!

Anyway, a recent problem in our computer labs is the spread of flash drive viruses. You'd have to be careful where you stick that flash drive or risk infection.

Normally, this would not be a problem. I mean, why infect your flash drive, or let it infect other PCs, and give everyone a hard time? I mean, a simple virus scan kills a lot of them. And you can always reformat the computers in the lab, right? And make it so that it resets all settings when restarted?

This is assuming most people have two brain cells between them.

There are three viruses that are prevalent in our labs. I know how to manually get rid of them all, and I have done so to several computers. Which, by the way, have unprotected admin accounts. However, it only takes a day to find out that the PC has been reinfected. I've even had one person admit that his flash drive is loaded with viruses...and then inserted it into a cleaned PC in the same breath.

I suppose it's not all their fault. A lot of people seem to lose IQ when in front of a computer. A common phenomenon I'm sure many are aware of. Plus the staff is really busy. Our computer lab has only one guy taking care of it, and I'm sure he can't possibly have the time to make sure all the admin accounts are password protected and make sure it resets upon restarting. I mean, he must be so busy downloading porn (I've caught him) that he was only able to do that to one PC out of 30. The entire semestral break must have been too short to do that ardorous task.

I'd be all to happy to help him, but he's too busy jerking off to answer me.

My flash drive still remains in dire peril whenever I need to do some work in the school. That precious single resetting PC is all I have.

Why did I post this?

Because I felt like it.

First Contact

Before I start writing entries for the games themselves, I'd like to tell a story of a little boy.

This little boy was a curious sort. He loved to read, starting at the age of two and even up to now. He seemed to have a natural talent with words, and could read at a pace no child of his age could match. As he read more and more, knowledge filled his brain.

One day, he learned about the birds and the bees that way. It confused him though. Who could blame him? He hadn't even gone through puberty yet.

A short time later, he came to witness the phenomenon known as the Internet.

With what he had learned fresh in his mind, he searched for information on it. He was also skilled  in handling a computer, and it took him no time at all to find what he was looking for.

One of the first things he saw was a game. The amateur website he downloaded it from hailed it, calling it a story on love, with a little more of the something he was looking for in the first place.

True Love. JAST.

He downloaded the game. Over the course of a few weeks, he snuck in playing time for it when nobody was looking. Months passed. He uncovered more and more of the game, playing it over and over, with one lesson he learned always at the forefront of his mind.

That sex was the final expression of love you had for someone else.

Years later, the same child, almost a man, turned down an offer of sex from an attractive woman simply because he didn't love her. He could never be intimate with someone he didn't at least have feelings for.

And that, my friends, is my story.