I Picked Up A Case Of Craft Disease

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My computer has been acting up lately, so I decided to leave it on all day. At night I turn off the cable modem just incase that guy who found my blog through "Charlize Theron+blindfold" thinks I have a whole wack of photos of celebrities caught in compromising positions of discipline and other nocturnal activities. Did I really use those terms in a sentence? That kooky Google, gotta love it.
On Friday I decided I had better re-start my system and clear out all the spiderwebs and funky-ass broken Dlls or whatever the hell you technophobes call them. This is where the story gets downright ugly (if you were in my shoes, or Rolling Stones flipflops actually.) I have a Windows password set for my system, you know, so that a hacker can't break through my Zone Alarm firewall, router, virus-scanner, Magnum prophylactic and Saran Wrap encased in Reynold's aluminum foil protection. This is not a randomly generated arbitrary hieroglyphic type of password like what you have to type in to comment on this Blog, but rather something easy for me to recall.
On Friday I couldn't recall it. My fingers rested on the keyboard and usually they hover over the correct letters automatically, like how your cousin Joey seems to always push the Ouiji board selector to the F letter every time you play. I think I have come down with a minor case of C.R.A.F.T disease (Can't Remember A Frigging Thing.) I tried everything and all combinations of what I thought it was, but no dice.
A quick call to my father, The Computer Guru, who could build an entire system out of discarded toaster and dishwasher parts that would rival anything NASA uses today. He guided me through the steps of how to hack my own system, bypass passwords etc, and I was finally able to reset a new Password so I could sign on to my system.
Mini crisis averted only to have a fresh new one thrown into my face like James Cagney and that infamous grapefruit in Public Enemy. The NHL hockey season is upon us and I had to make my picks for my annual draft pool. 300 players ranked from who is to get the most goals this year. Big fun. Big laughs. Big money. Big job sorting and re-sorting out my picks.
Now that that is all done, maybe I can complete Act 3 of this screenplay. I can see the finish line folks, I am at page 90 and I see it running to around 100-105. Home stretch.
And then the rewrites and the rewrites and the rewrites...

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