Bride of the Return of the Revenge of the Attack of the Malware, Part 787

Our support guy has just taken out the hard-drive on my work system so that he can hook it up as a slave drive to his system and scan the hell out of it with every antivirus program known to man.

So, I'm back to the crappy laptop, and sitting here envisioning the kinds of exquisite torments that Dante would have invented for the creators of HDD Diagnostic if the Divine Comedy had been written on a Windows XP machine.