The Life of Me

Aren't computation machines just great? (For the word-ly impaired, a computation machine is a computer. See the connection? Computation Machine/Computer) NO, THEY'RE NOT!!! At least, not always. So, that last entry I wrote (the first one) was perfect. I had started writing it, gone to eat dinner, come back, and finished. It was flawless! And then, of course, when I went to publish it on the site, it didn't show up there. (So if there are suddenly two of the "First Things First" entries, I apologize. It's not my fault.) These freakin' machines are SO IDIOTIC sometimes! I mean, I cannot imagine life without them, or phones, or TV's, or whatever, but I mean, this is the 21st STINKIN' CENTURY, PEOPLE! MAKE A DAWGGONNE COMPUTER THAT ACTUALLY WORKS, PLEASE!!! And where the heck are the flying cars? Come on, people-who-make-stuff! Let's get a move-on! I mean, for Pete's sake, I don't want to die until I've ridden in one! So you've got till I'm like, 85-ish! I don't want too long a life!

-Sue Donimm