And, I rather think, this brings us to the crux of the matter. Here I have, in front of me, A wonderful machine. it's full of little things, I have no idea how it works, people keep asking me how many megs of ram it has- what speed internet connection I have. i ask you. what the hell does it matter? I can tell you now that I have simply no idea what speed internet connection I have. or, come to that, how many megs of ram this thing has,or does, or whatever verb I'm supposed to be using here. But, nevertheless, I am still here, writing away at half past two in the morning, and for what? hm? no-one, I'm sure, is going to read this, and anyone that does isn't going to care what I say- I have simply no idea what i'm rabbiting on about, I see no reason why on earth they should. the blasted computer simply deleted my perfectly harmless little paragraph of confusion, and now is getting all smug because I have no idea how to get it back again.
Look at it. I mean, you can't. but it's blinking away at me, sphinx-like, and there is nothing I can do about it. simply nothing. if I throw it out the window... why, that would be a bad idea for so many reasons. I would wake everyone up, i would have to pay for a new computer, and, also, all of this would be deleted. and I don't want it to be! it represents a whole ten minutes or so of my life! I was, you will no doubt be fascinated to hear, writing something like this only the other day. I can't recall, it has to be said, exactly what was in it- it was basically outlining how computers have, quite blatantly, a sentient hatred of people, and are working, slowly and surely and subtly, to drive every single one of us insane. I mean, look at the facts. we have people like my good self, to whom computers are a complete mystery, and whom, i have no doubt, will one day be reduced to screaming obcenities at yet another implacable blue screen, and, subsequently, being dragged off to spend the rest of my days, a gibbering husk of a person, in some mercifully padded room. And then, on the other hand, we have those people who understand computers! 'what about them!' you cry, no doubt. but, aha, as you've probably already realised, they are already completely doolally. think, then, of one reasonably coherent computer technician. I rest my case.
Anyway. that was the basic gist of the argument, and, as if to prove my point, I get up to go and get a drink, come back, and (surprise, surprise, surprise.) the whole thing is gone. completely vanished. pouf. like a.. thing. in the...um... wind. I suppose writing this whole thing is rather tempting fate- be not surprised if you see me wandering around town in something of a daze and with no eyebrows- but, hey ho. fate is there to be tempted, I suppose. it'd be quite exciting for my computer to explode. go on! ha. wimp. anyway, i'll leave you, now, in peace. be good, and so on.
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