I hate spyware. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it. It's my machine, I am the only one who has the right to install software on my machine, I reserve the right to know exactly what my machine is doing at all times, where it's connecting to, why, when, and with what programs.

So naturally I do a lot of spyware scanning. And since I signed up for Mindsay, my infections have increased by around 4000 percent. Yes, FOUR THOUSAND.

The only reason I joined up was to keep in touch with that blubber-lovin' one-armed cat-food factory reject Gus Openshaw. So I blame him. And Nelson. And that literary stooge he's got working for him. And the rest of his scurvy, unwashed, flea-bitten, illiterate, dress-wearin' crew. Except maybe Flarq. But only because he'd put a harpoon through me.


Gus owes me. Yep, he owes me bigtime.   And one of these days, he's gonna pay.

But probably not before his book is out. Gotta wait for him to have money before I can sue him for any of it, right?