I spend too much of my time in front of a monitor. Lately I've been having the strange feeling that one of these days, as I'm squinting at some code, completely unsuspecting, my monitor is going to suddenly explode and kill me. There's something latent in the air when I stop typing sometimes, I don't know what. It's silly. I know. But just maybe...
Maybe it will happen like this: a single pixel will turn red. At first I'll think something is stuck to the screen and try to scratch it off with my fingernail, but will be unsuccessful. Then maybe the pixel will start blinking, slowly at first, like the glowing light on the head of those weird deep sea trench fish that lures in the curious. I'll slowly bring my face closer. Then closer still, my nose practically pressed up against the screen. (If you're making a movie out of this, you must at this point cut to an ultra-closeup of the red pixel itself and its two blue and green neighbors, defiantly winking on and off with a quiet but magnified buzzing like the sound of a florescent light. Then cut away to a far shot of me from the back, my face in grave danger but stupid me completely unaware of it.) Then, a Death-Star blast erupts from my monitor and I am blown backwards out of my seat, arching midair like a high jumper.
Computer takes revenge on Alan.
Posted by Alan at July 16, 2002 08:37 PMMom, Lydia, and Rebecca left for Iowa today. I had some extra time, so I caught up on your weblog. Thanks for taking the time to write up your experiences and thoughts. You're quite gifted! Uncle Joe is going back to graduate school at the age of 45; he was accepted by the ISU math department. I have nothing new to tell you about Grandpa Grow's condition; pray for him. I run the 400 meters on Sunday at Show-Me State; I'll let you know if I break 60 seconds. Ed is looking forward to visiting you in August. Thought for the day: It wasn't raining when Noah built the ark.
Posted by: Dad at July 19, 2002 11:17 PM