by the second reboot i had gone mad as a wet cat on a hot tin whistle, i tell you what. thirty seven megabytes of updates. took this snailbait pee-four a good three hours to run through it. you think pee-four, you think one point seven ghz chip & four hundred mhz frontside bus & you might think fast, but you’d be sadly misthinking with that. fuck expee the home version. fuck microsoft. fuck bill fucking gates & his little dog too. stupidass worthless piece of shit critical pack service upyours bullshit.
don’t start on me with that mac crap either. you know what? there are no goddamn buttons on the mouse. which i happen to know for a fact is supposed to remind you of a smooth river bottom pebble rock or somesuch. excuse me? i’d like my mouse to remind me something that i can fucking right click with. it’s a pointing device not a goddamn newage handpacifier.
if i hadn’t killed my linux box for its hard drive, i’d be on a serious selfrighteous roll here, but as it is yes i am microsofted. ’cause free software rocks! um. anyway i have a cd of that expee pro that won’t even worry about that product subjugation, but you know what? no thanks. win2k. win2k pro baby. my eight sixty six pee-three flies like time when you’re having fun, hell i’ll sit there burning cds & fireworking & photoshopping & kazaaing & ftping & seventeen damn browser windows open, got windowblinds with fish swimming in the title bar & cursors that pulsate & sixteen things in the systray & she just cruises.
i need to go home & cuddle my puter.
(deep breath) i feel much better now. um. and a little weird, i feel that too. but mostly better.