This month, my PC didn't break down, as seen here -- the PC isn't shown on this little cardboard drawing with ballpoint and electric paint, but the feeling is: You're slowly falling apart while waiting for the computer to get well or to die, perhaps screaming your modest little screams at that spinning symbol or whatever they have to accentuate your madness. Here goes! Scary PC Recovery.
And even if your computer doesn't become a smoldering piece of rubbish, you might feel quite like waste yourself. Behold of these Suburban Tentacles
I have a great advantage. It's so utterly boring where I live, this nice and quiet Suburbia, so anything that your imagination paints on these dull vistas may explode in your zombie mind as well needed fireworks.
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How small, of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure...
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What I think that I mean with this quote is: This goes for tech too. Which brings us to Exhibit C, Message Not Sent.
You can now send texts in no time -- finding the right words might take forever.
Imagine if we did not have cell phones. But when my messenger pigeon is ready, my perfect words are there. And when the poor bird finally arrives, you shall have understood me completely, as if the long flying time didn't exist.
But we are humans, with shortcomings, pretty much like fish washed up on the shore in many respects. And thus we invent those equally imperfect machines, stranded like us, as if they could help their masters.
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