Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Mr. Blinky

The cursor blinks at me.  I don’t know what to say to answer its question.  Do I laugh, or cry?  Am I being tested?  Should I go running and screaming to the police to see why this nefarious line insists on stalking me day in and day out?  It never ceases.  It is always there, looking at me.  Challenging me.  Hating me.  And I hate it.  Hate it with the fiery passion of twenty packs of Fire sauce from Taco Bell.  That's what it has done to me.  Turned me from a sweet, cuddly, bear of a man into a blinking line hating fool.  I hate you for what you’ve done to me, Mr. Blinky.

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