Cookies.
Cookies are delicious. Whether they come with choc-chips, or macadamia nuts, or simply smothered in Cadbury Dairy Milk chocolate, cookies are my friend.
But not all cookies are appealing. Some cookies – liked iced vovos and tick tocks, are a waste of my time. Others, like ginger snaps, are simply disgusting. And then there are cookies on the internet, and they’re another story all together. Cookies on the internet, whilst I can’t say they are the devil – merely because they are still under investigation for satanic involvement (yes, that’s code for “I’m not quite sure what they are yet”) – are evil.
Especially as they are misleadingly named after such a delicious snack food.
Yesterday I did a virus search on my computer – something I should probably do more often, as I am on the internet quite a lot – and I came up with the disturbing news that there were tracking cookies on my computer. Instantly thrown into a panic by the image of chocolate royales stealing all my banking passwords - and then my identity, before moving to the south of Brazil – I had a crisis of confidence in my computer.
I know, right, like it wasn’t bad enough before!
To make matters worse, I then couldn’t open my novel manuscript because it said someone else was using it. How can someone else be reading a book that’s on my hard-drive???
I was devastated!
It had to be the cookies. And the idea that someone else might have hacked in to my computer was very alarming. I immediately did a full anti-virus update and blasted those things quicker than the cookie monster (who’s now into vegetables apparently – loser) could have counted them.
Actually, it took two hours. Not quick at all. Computers are so not as fast as the world thinks they are.
So now, I’m not only moving to Namibia because of ICT; I’m going there because when people talk about cookies, I only want the kind I can stuff in my mouth.
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