It Crashed

Tonight the boy was trying to watch something on YouTube and the computer stopped working. He called me over because, at seven, that’s what he does. Yeh dude, windows crashed. It’s been a while but it happens. Restart the old girl and she’ll be fine.

He looked at the computer, then at me, then back at the computer, betrayal plastered all over his face. No way old man, this shit happened in your day but this is my world now – he may as well have said.

And he is right, I can’t even remember the last time the computer fell down on me. Come to think of it, the era of perfectly working computers may well have started me living in a constant state of irritation-come-rage when something goes wrong. The computing world has raised the bar and now I expect seamless integration in myself, my appliances and in the people around me. Woe-fucking-betide if that isn’t the case.

A decade ago though? Shit, I was patient enough to restart once a day. A few years even earlier we used to restart the computer several times a day and we still had a smile on our face, a dance in our step and an erection in our pants (I’m pretty sure that was a saying back then).

I’m not saying that the evolution of Windows is to blame for all the anger in society today. However there does appear to be an inverse relationship between a crashing computer and irritation levels. Thanks Bill Gates, thanks for high blood pressure and an urge to kill - bring back the bluescreen!

Full Disclosure: I’m not a scientist or even wearing pants.

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