If someone puts a disc they made on their computer into MY computer, I feel like they have molested my computer and exposed it to whatever other partners their computer has had. Knowing that their computer catches something nasty several times a year just makes me want to keep an even larger distance between their computer and mine. The last time someone popped something in my computer without even asking, I threw up a little in my mouth. So, I now turn my computer off whenever we have visitors. Doug has a computer addiction that requires him to never be more than a few feet from a functional machine. When my computer is turned off, Doug twitches every time he walks by, unable to satisfy his constant craving to webcrawl, make programming notes and blog. Sorry, Doug. My computer doesn’t ‘swing’.