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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").
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blue screen of death Sunday, June 7 1998 |
In the morning for awhile I had enough strength and appetite to cook myself food, some chicken that had been marinading for weeks. I gradually became nauseated as I ate, and I had to return to bed. The only real comfort came from the hot waters of the bathtub, so I took two baths today.
During the second bath I was in an unusual mood and wanted to read. I found myself reading Mutants, a collection of science fiction short stories. The story I read today was "Liquid Life," written in 1936 by Ralph Milne Farley. It was a delightful little tale about a virus that had somehow attained superhuman consciousness and taken over a salt pond in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. The thing I liked most about the story was the way it raised various scientific objections in my mind and then proceeded to answer them. I was especially impressed by the author's seemingly modern awareness of the fact that viruses never remain lethal over the long haul (since it is detrimental to do so).
So, unable to get up on the Internet, I watched teevee and worked on my musings using my laptop. Later on, Nancy's computer was working again, so I backed up some things from her hard drive and uploaded a few things to the Internet until the hard drive problems resurfaced and rendered the computer unusable.
The Mayor became concerned by my lack of musings updates and gave me a call to see if I'd ever made it home last night.
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h the hangover this morning! I knew this was going to be a hard day to get through. I felt as if I was dying. My neck had wounds from last night's experience at the Black Cat, while genuine cats (black and white off c e n t e r cats) both insisted on sleeping on top of me while I lay face down in bed moaning. I
n the evening I noticed that Nancy's Computer was showing the blue screen of death. Oh shit! It claimed to be unable to read from the C:-drive. Little cachunk-cachunk-cachunk noises were coming out of the white tower of Pentium power. This was, to put it mildly, a bad thing. Similar things had happened a few days ago, and I'd run scan disk and it mapped out a few bad sectors and everything was fine. But today, the situation got worse and worse with every attempted reboot until the computer couldn't recognize the presence of a C:-drive at all. Such nasty things inevitably happen to aging mechanical devices, but it seemed grossly unfair that it was happening during my stewardship. I seem to have bad luck with other people's computers, I don't know why.T
here was an interview with Matthew Drudge on C-Span at night while I sipped my vodkatea. I like the attitude of Mr. Drudge, and the fact that he's fucking shit up and provoking established-media-tut-tuttery with his editor-free one-man-show. He's a good role model even if his politics are reactionary.
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