A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Especially if you have OCD lurking in your blood.
In a startlingly moronic act of ‘machismo,’ I tried to tackle a corrupted file on my mother’s computer yesterday.
Three hours later, I was pulled kicking, screaming (and perhaps drooling, just a little) from the machine… the corrupted file cackling victoriously as I was dragged away.
Bottom line: All paths lead to madness. Step lightly and carry a drool rag.