Photo: Rodrigo Senna, Flickr Creative Commons
I'd like to think that my computer is dreamy. It's not overwhelmed by Novell's clumsy code. It's thinking about travelling the world, a sleek Alienware job at its side. It probably thinks a lot about butterflies. Maybe he longs to be able to feel love. He spends his time surfing the net reading about love and longing to be able to feel any emotion at all. My insistent requests for him to do work are a distraction that he begrudgingly attends to, but only after moments of delay that serve as his silent protest.
Of course, I don't believe in any of that. Even my assumptions about its sluggishness are only projections of myself onto the idiot circuits that only do what they are told. The problem is simply the intersection of a lack of elegance in code with the effects of age causing my desktop to stumble through life. It's nice to dream, though.
3 comments:
My computer thinks about retirement. Hopefully it won't have to dream too much longer.
I can't blame my work computer. It was a server that took down my entire company for 2 days. Perhaps your computer is just a pawn for a larger puppet master, too.
I have a Mac, so it probably dreams of fixed-gear bicycles and ironic oversized glasses.
Also, nice post.
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