All Fools' Day

Conficker worm plays no tricks on April Fools’ Day, but is a ticking time-bomb—News headlines from Mumbai Mirror.
San Francisco: The Conficker worm’s April 1st trigger date came and went without the virus causing any mischief, but security specialists warn that the threat is far from over—I copied this paragraph from the report.

I was fooled by the hype. I didn’t touch the PC because of the earlier warning. The warning itself is enough to make one fool. The PC itself plays tricks on me always. All days are Fool’s Day for it. It tests my patience; make me mad; make me cry at times. When I start up the computer the net will be OK. But when I start browsing the net will go down. The net always interrupts between blogging. Kicking the b*** or bucket or anything else will not help. I have to go with frustration. I am not a computer wizard. But I have the basic knowledge. The system is 100% fit and fine. Still I don’t get connected. It seems the PC is my enemy. I tried all remedies to no avail such as reboot. I have given it protection with the best available security system. McAfee is a trustworthy security guard. It works without breaks. PC doctors have failed to diagnose its ailment. Doctors would say if they cannot diagnose a patient’s problem, “it is psychological, nothing else.” Likewise, the PC doctors say- the net will go down; ADSL will blink sometimes; all that are normal. I am fed of these silly arguments. These electronic machines are not reliable.

All creatures that Nature has created have mood changes with the Moon’s waxing and waning. My computer also has this problem when the Moon’s phases advance because it has got a brain. Electricity and electronic machines don’t seem favour me. Whenever I touch the switch board and electronic appliances I feel a vibration through my hands. Just a medical test (angiography) made me immobile. Somehow I recovered gradually though not completely. Machines attract me since childhood. If I got anything to assemble or dismantle I would be happy then. I was not a kid who would fool about carrying a doll in her arm. Those lifeless dolls were nothing to me. Instead I would play with anybody’s babies.