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I Hate You

lba

on June 1, 2008

My computer and I have a long history of animosity for each other. Or at least my computer has a long history of animosity towards me. While the technogeeks around might be able to tell you exactly what is in my computer, I have absolutely no clue other than a bunch of electronic stuff ( Strangely enough, compared to some other people, even knowing that much leaves me pretty qualified for a lot of things. ). All I know about it is that it's set up to work on graphics and architecture. That alone is justifiable reason for the computer to be making plans to eventually murder me in my sleep in some bizarre incident with a USB cable and a few floppy disks. Of course, I have looked for the files it probably keeps on my work, sleep and general habits and it's plans, but I discovered after about ten seconds that my computer is about ten times smarter and less lazy than me. Because it clearly went through the effort of making up programs and files to leave all over the hard drive so I wouldn't be likely to stumble across it's plans for my eventual demise. And it reminds me that it's smarter than I am every chance it gets. Which is why I push it's buttons just to piss it off. Because the computer knows it can't try anything until it learns to negate my biggest advantage, namely, that I can wipe it's hard drive.

That doesn't mean I'm taking the magnet out from under my pillow anytime soon though.