10/16/14

Tiny and Flaccid almost caused the demise of yet another laptop today.  Like a dumbass I clicked “Allow” when some shit popped up saying there was an update of some sort.  Wait, no it didn’t, it said an update had been pushed and the laptop needed to be rebooted for it to take effect.  I rebooted while I went to lunch and then this afternoon when I tried to open Word it took for-fucking-ever to “Download necessary files” or some such bullshit.  I was just about ready to smash the fucker when it finally said something like, “Downloads complete.  You may go offline now.”  Word opened and now I’m talking to y’all.  People talk about having regrets.  I have several.  Most of them stem from the regret at ever having gone on line.  I envy Larry in that respect.  Oh, speaking of going back in time, I have a complaint about a Dr. Who “villain.”  Well, in truth I have several complaints about ALL Dr. Who… well, content, but I’m going to limit this to just “Weeping Angles.”  [Notes: I know a) it isn’t “Dr. Who” but “Doctor Who” and 2) it isn’t “Angles” but “Angels,” I do it to annoy the Whotards.]  Ok, so Weeping Angles are supposed to be super scary, right?  Granted, they are creepy and the whole thing of them moving wicked fast when they aren’t being observed is… also creepy, but the way they “kill you” is to send you back into the past, where you just go ahead and live out your life?  Um, that’s retarded.  Why aren’t people lining up in front of these things with i-Pods or computers or Velcro or Shamwows or anything else you might get rich “inventing” in the past?  For that matter, fill your pockets with old hundred dollar bills (you wouldn’t want to try and pass off a 2014 Benjamin in 1948, would you?) and invest in IBM or something.  Of course I’d seek out some nerds, or the parents of said nerds depending how far back I’m sent, in the Seattle area and somehow prevent Tiny and Flaccid from ever becoming a thing… but that’s me.  Anyhoo, my point is… well, I don’t know if I have a point other than Steven Moffat was a genius at writing “Coupling” but a hack of Lucasian (having the properties of one George Walton Lucas Jr.) proportions when writing Sci-Fi.  Thus endeth the rant.