Category: the Rant Board
Clack clack! Tippety typity! Bang bang! Creeeeeek! Sigh.
"What are you doing," I ask the first hour in. What is she doing to cause such a migrain-producing noise.
"I'm trying to install microsoft word on my computer." Hmmmm. Well that makes sense. After all, she just got it back from the shop after it needed a new hard drive.
Clunk clunk! Wurr wurr wurr uwrr! The motor is working its dull buzzz into my very core. Oh god! I can't take it anymore! She is driving me insane.
"How's it coming?" I ask real casual. Must not let her know I'm annoyed. Must not let her see that the very sound of her computer is making me hommicidal.
"Not good. My computer keeps freezing on me."
"Aw. Myahahahahahahahahahaha! Maybe you should ask for help."
"No. I've got it."
You've got it? You really mean to tell me you no what you're doing even though you've been constantly on the computer for two days now? I don't say it, won't say it. She'll get it, right? She'll get it.
Click click click click click click! Oh please! I'll do anything you want! Just stop! Stop!! Stooooooooooooooooooop!!!!
And I know it isn't her fault. And I know it is not indeed a plot to turn my brain into a thin gray custerd. I can't stand repetitive sounds.
"You should take a break," I suggest.
"No, that's okay,,," she says, flashing me one of those brilliant smiles that first won my heart so long ago. Only now, her flesh is fusing its self to the swiveling computer chair.
"Take a break." This is not a suggestion and she knows it.
"Oh Utt. Now you know I'm almost done." She laughs.
It's not funnnnnn neeeeeeeee! Click click wurr wurr! It go on and on and on. She and the chair are one now, her feet fused to the bottom of her desk, her fingers melded to the little plastic keys that cause my anguish. And I wonder how I will ever take her dancing, this half woman, half chair. and I wonder what the teachers will say when she atttends pta meetings.
The motor is growing louder, higher. Whining through my head like an alien cyren of doom. I can feel my blood dashing through vein after dark vein in a futal attempt to escape the noise.
Click click. I watch a movie. Clack clack. It doesn't work. Buzzzzzzzzzzzz! Sigh. I get on my own computer, searching for an online mental instetution where I can virtually commit myself. Why not? They have online wedding chapples. But no luck. There is nowhere, no virtual padded wall for me to bang my head and scream to drown out the soft din of obsessive computing.
"Are you okay?" she asks, handing me a cold pop from the belly of her computer desk.
"You're computer is driving me mad," I say.
"Oh Trevyn," she replies. "You're so funny."
Click click click click!
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!
and what is the point of that?
yeah, weird
I don't think its weird. I think that this situation was really annoying him, and he needed some place to rant and vent about it before his head exploded and he committed third-degree murder.
And couldn't you have left the room?
Is she still alive? LOL
Is she still alive? LOL
sounds like one of Steven king's short story's. Or at least the description does.
just, weird.
fornit some fornus
The boards, a place of solace for moments of irrelevant productivity. I click on the topic, begin to read and damn it if it isn’t some sort of rant about a girl, a faulty computer, and I would guess, if it was a matter of interest, a crush on the girl with the faulty computer.
Crash! Bam! Slam! Those are the sounds the lid of a laptop, I won’t say who’s laptop, should make the next time a post like this is being written.
And just for fun.
Wham! Ker plunk! Whoosh!
"Oh my!" I hold my ears, deafened by all the applause. "Oh thank you! Thank you! Oh I don't know what to say!"
But seriously folks, sorry I took so long to post my reply to all of you. For those who think me wierd, the answer is yes. Yes, I am one of the strangest fellows you will ever have the misfortune of meeting. To the lovely girl who asked if she is still alive, the answer is yes. My X is still alive, and, I'm happy to say, her computer is in perfect working order. The motor really did have something wrong with it. It wasn't in my head. The harddrive was busted.
And hey you! I don't appreciate you slamming and throwing my laptop. Hurrumph! *lol*
In answer to another question, no, I couldn't have left the room. We live in an apartment. There's the livingroom/kitchen, our room, and the kids' room. So nope. No luck.
Talk soon.
Trevyn Wolf