Clearly, Karen Moy didn't read my post yesterday when I specifically announced that this story was over. However, the good news is that Terry Bryson is either packing up her concrete suitcase to leave, or to hit Toby over the head. Either would be equally satisfying.Today's Full Strip
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It took Terry (what felt like) half a year to get from Toby's front door to her 'office of a different colour'. How long do you suppose it will take her to get back to the door. More importantly, has Ian's flight taken a mysterious detour over the Bermuda triangle?
PSA: If you don't have virus-protection and you're running Windows, you're a horrible security risk even if you don't do a lot of downloading. I recommend a free anti-virus software called AVG, which does indeed automatically update. In addition, there's a scanner called Spybot that is also free, but does not automatically update. Heh.
Also, it's a good idea to download the web browser Firefox and use it instead of Internet Explorer. Firefox is safer, and generally faster, too. Lastly, if you've got a genuine (i.e., non-pirated) copy of Windows, make sure that you've got it set to automatically download and install updates.
I used to work tech support and I saw a lot of brand-new Vista computers with viruses and spyware on them.
Red: Please don't give Karen Moy any more ideas or this story could last for years and years!!
"Your lack of awareness combined with sheer laziness when it comes to your personal information made you the perfect target. I'll now be leaving with your entire identity locked in this empty briefcase I brought. And you thought it could only happen over the internet or telephone."
Just wait until Toby finally checks her computer's history, and finds out about all those questionable ''kilt appreciation'' sites that Ian visits late at night, while she's asleep.
OK. I've had more than enough with this story line. How fed up am I? I want Chinbeard, right after hearing Toby's baroque, mewling confession, to pull some heat and end his marital misery.
Does that kill that storyline?
How in the High Holy did Toby ever get a driver's license? How does she find her way out of the house? How does she put on socks without a constant stream of verbal hints from whatever poor soul was too compassionate to just pass her by?
"Pull some heat"? Wow. I should've NEVER tried to match my 86-year-old mother shot-for-shot. I never could handle tequila.
If it needed clarifying, I hope Ian comes home and shoots Toby. Not witty, but it's just my dream.
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