Deep Fried

The humor quadrant of my brain is slightly
exhausted from my last blog:
http://gulfgal-nancysworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-mister-your.html
My brother Michael thought my friend’s wake up
remedy was ‘out in left field’--[something’ sure was]!
Mike feels someone should have jostled the man awake.

Jostle? Wiggle? Hmmm..no way, given the bulk,
height and grumpy ratio of the man.
He ought to be glad I didn’t alert Eye-Witness News…

Speaking of things that sort of pop into one’s
line of sight, I have to say I haven’t received
any error messages, exceptions, or HD failures
for at least a year. I’m talking pc problems here…
What a segue…

Don’t you love getting strange, cryptic messages
across a black or blue screen? An exception at
Oe71312 in doppelgangerWz67x.3oe62has occurred.
No kidding? Is there a fast-ball remedy for it?
[you have to have read the previous blog to get my drift].

Like I know what the heck that message refers to,
or what to do with it. I bet a caveman would
know its meaning…
The origin is not of this planet--I think space aliens
in human form are working in the pc labs…

Too bad there isn’t some device that can warn
you of the kind of day one is going to have:
Cryptic, in-your-face, whatever.
I can always count on one thing, at least: Cruiser,
our stomach-with-a-neck resident duck…

Byte Me...

Computers are designed to drive the ordinary human crazy.
Geeks know what to do when critical and fatal error messages
pop up on the screen. I consider myself an intermediate user
who is not that technically challenged.

I used to get more error messages than was normal.
BSOD's are the worst PC events.
I think my computer at the time was built in some dark lab
in outer Slovakia by Igor the Mad.

My PC got around cyberspace all on its own.
It carried on unscrupulous, long distance cyber hookups
without batting a byte of eyelash. Via the 'net, a romance
of tarnished trysts entered my computer's database.
The PC crashed many times.

I scolded it for being skankish and thoughtless of its outcome.
The BSOD's and error messages continued in retaliation
of my efforts to set forth a proper path.

I deemed my PC a lost cause, gave it my final blessing,
and sent it to the vast abyss of the incorrigible
and defiant, the recycling chamber.