Computing has taught me to count my blessings. I don't have to do it for a living, which is just as well, as most of my energy is spent puzzling. Puzzling about how to get in and out of various web accounts. Puzzling about how I couldn't care less about advertising on the web. Puzzling about why Microsoft kept wga.ing its finger at me and accusing me of being a pirate, until I spent five days working around its paranoia. Puzzling why my new browser, Flock, gives me instant access to my Blogger account, while others tell me my e-mail does not exist or that I may by abducted by cyber-aliens if I'm not muffled to the gills in anti-evil-scripting devices.
Recently I was given a report of how corrupt my script is, the faults highlighted in day-glow yellow. It's like being back in Latin class.
Franchement, mes amis, ça m'est égal, as Clark Gable would say.