Oh, that _____ computer. Oh, that ____ _____ piece of ____ ____.
Where is my _____ baseball bat?
Never mind, not necessary. Using my fists to beat this ____ _____ machine could be wildly satisfying. I can just take it and repeatedly slam it down on the table.
I can see pieces of black plastic flying around. OH, oh, oh....but I haven't backed it up in a few days.
I was in such a fantastic mood, posting on R2 when the crash came without warning. Just ran updates and diagnostics last night. Everything is good, all is up to date.
So why did the ____ computer crash today?
Log shows that it was the ____ diagnostic program that killed the computer. That's like being killed by your doctor or hospital.
So I seethed, oh, how I seethed, cursing this machine as I rebooted and it 'recovered' and ran 'diagnostics' and sent in 'error reports' and told me, "Gosh, it's all good. Don't know why the computer failed. Must be you."
Then I breathed deep...once...twice...thrice. I breathed deep and vowed, I am not letting this machine and its failures control me and my mood and energy. I will this post to vent, rant and rage to release my negative, hostile energy, and I will recover my good mood. It's not worth the air I breath to let this darling piece of modern technology damage my mood just because of its numerous shortcomings and faults. This is the throwaway world we live in.
There, done. Onward.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com