I have a "love-hate" relationship with my computer and have threatened to blow it away with a 12 gauge shotgun, put it on a raft, lay the mouse by its side, light it on fire, and push it out into the pond at the ranch. That's what's called a "vikings funeral," but the vikings use a dead guy and his dog on the raft. I'm too much of a dog lover, so the closest I can get is the computer mouse.
Well, I didn't get the satisfaction of personally killing my computer. It caught a virus and died of natural causes. Sorry, but it looks like a couple of weeks without a blog until it's released from ICU or a replacement is up and running.
See ya then.