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April 11, 2005
Bestiality Killed My Laptop
My laptop is dead, tot, caput. No matter how you define death, my laptop is the very embodiment of your prefered spectre. And bestiality killed it. Well that or Violent Femmes, I can't be sure. Perhaps there was some collusion there. Anything's possible but I for one lean towards bestiality as the perpetrator of its demise.
So I am chatting with my dear friend The Spectacled Pixie when one of those tangental threads of thought that invariably weave their way into a conversation manifests: and the word "bestiality" pops into the chat window... at which point Trillian immediately alerts me that Windows is in the process of crashing and that it is shutting down to protect itself from being destroyed: a rather ominous omen to say the least. Did it foresee something I did not? It did, and in the instant that it took me to realize this, it was over.
Windows had died.
The only thing new to the hard drive that day had been a passel of Violent Femmes tracks, and of course, the use of the word "bestiality" in a chat window. Other than that it had been a typical day of deleting unread email, surfing pictures of perverse cat carriers, professions of our mutual, undying love for Cream of Wheat (I really must try it with chocolate chips sometime), and discussions of online game forums.
Come to think of it, there was also mention of some 5000 flatulant dragons baking the Earth. Perhaps they were the true culprits here. I mean, even a dragon could get nervous when the word "bestiality" pops up in a chat window, couldn't it?
Posted by Tacitus at April 11, 2005 06:09 PM