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...deleted the messages and emptied the Recycle Bin. Then I went to the Web for guidance. Cursing myself for not using an antivirus program on my home computer (I use McAfee.com's at work), I learned that the Homepage virus is the most common bug--technically, it's a "worm"--out there. It afflicts only PC users of Microsoft Outlook and would not damage my computer. But it would immediately mail itself to everyone in my address book--that is, everyone to whom I've ever sent a Reply message. The worm also resets your browser's home page...
...were from corporate servers--such as Time Inc.'s--informing me that my e-mail was being returned unopened since it contained a virus. The last message was from my friend Marshall: "If you don't mind my asking, which home page?" Double argh! I had spread the accursed worm. I wrote a mea culpa warning, which I mailed to everyone in my address book: Don't click on that attachment...
...five bigger kids, ages 8 to 13, including one boy who could barely look at me. Uh-oh. What's more, the badly illuminated room we were sitting in underscored Advance's biggest flaw: the screen is not lighted. Sure, you can buy an external light (Nyko's Worm Light is $10), but you shouldn't have to. Once we turned up the lights, Jokim volunteered that with Advance, "you move quicker and you can jump higher. It looks like a TV." Rea fell for Ubi Soft's Rayman, which is similar to Pinobee. "It's hot!" she said...
...Which brings us to proteomics. That the human genome has only 30,000 genes (about three times as much as a fly, and only 11,000 more than a worm), but "messages" - basically, proteins handcrafted for internal use by the apparently versatile genes - numbering in the hundreds of thousands leads to two conclusions for the biotech field...
...might hate me, thinking I have one of those annoyingly efficient metabolisms that just burn up fat the instant it enters my body. You might wonder if I have an intestinal worm, or perhaps an eating disorder. Or maybe you'd just shrug your shoulders and figure I have a rich fantasy life...