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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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Monday, November 30 1998
In the evening I came home to find the house all decorated for Christmas. There was a little tree, a metallic red reindeer, metallic green Christmas-tree-patterned edging wire, that sort of thing. Kim had gone shopping again. Seeing all this made me nervous and edgy. I'm not from one of those families that makes a big deal out of Christmas. Traditionally when Christmas came, I'd go get a little pine tree from one of the reforesting fields across the road and my folks would buy some cheap but very relevant presents for my brother and me and that would be it. I have a feeling, though, that in Kim's family, presents are bought for just about everyone that anyone can think of. Suddenly feeling the pressure of the season, I felt overwhelmed. Christmas didn't seem as cool as it did when I was kid. It seemed like a tacky waste of precious human effort. I wanted to crawl into a little hole and forget about the season entirely.
Further clouding my mood was a weird problem with my computer. There's a sector on one of my hard drives that locks the system every time it is accessed, for example by DEFRAG or CHKDSK. It's difficult imagining data being so bad that just reading it causes system instability, but I'm not the one who designed Windows 98 and I have enough experience with Microsoft products to know that if a kind of bug can logically exist, there's no limit to the harm it can do in a Microsoft environment.


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