Jan 25, 2009 at 3:52 AM
Cold Agony of Resolute Vacuum
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Join Date: Jan 1, 2008
Location: Elsewhere
Posts: 1973
Dedicated to "Hippie", the HP tx1000 notebook/tablet PC
Febuary 13, 2008 - January 17, 2009
And lo, what cruel fate be this, that my most precious of belongings should fail my most basic need, casting me to bitter, cold oblivions; much as the coffee I drink. And with this failing comes such loss of works both personal and public, concealed under a veil of absolute darkness; as there is no window to view the soul of this blessed but battered machine. Even it's sense of touch, once the proud guard and gate to my secrets, lays numb and cold, unable to scan my unique digits. Furtherly, the source of it's power, and even the structure it rests most trustily in, lay sundered and torn as jagged scars to a hellish truth. Even it's most basic input, that row-ad-row of charactered keys, worn most on Z, X, D-pad and Alt + Tab, sits useless and unsympathetic to my pleas for it to function. Through all the dust, scratches and worn plastic coatings, it was a beautiful, rugged, and compassionate machine, built in it's Oriental proxy-homeland of China, and shipped to the cold artic of Canada, to be laid into my hands and my ward. If, perhaps a fateful door had not closed upon it in full force, then this marriage of power and control might function today. But nay, that heavy pine-and-aluminium assailent did crush upon thee, weakening thy body but untouching thy mind. As such it fought for life, augmented by a new window to its soul and a desire to function. It fought for many months, but alas, it was dealt a death blow by an unknown foot early in the month of Janus. And so, my prescious platform of power, prescision and unerring logic, I commend thee to thy top-shelf grave, so that one day a blessing may give thy heart and soul a home anew, so that thy mayest delight in your basic and primal needs. May the Father of Machines smile upon thee, His faithful servant, and grant thou peace. Caches to caches, rust to rust. Amen.
Or, if you prefer.
The screen, fingerprint scanner, keyboard and battery are all damaged, so my laptop is sitting on a shelf until I can transfer it's hardrive to a new machine.
Febuary 13, 2008 - January 17, 2009
And lo, what cruel fate be this, that my most precious of belongings should fail my most basic need, casting me to bitter, cold oblivions; much as the coffee I drink. And with this failing comes such loss of works both personal and public, concealed under a veil of absolute darkness; as there is no window to view the soul of this blessed but battered machine. Even it's sense of touch, once the proud guard and gate to my secrets, lays numb and cold, unable to scan my unique digits. Furtherly, the source of it's power, and even the structure it rests most trustily in, lay sundered and torn as jagged scars to a hellish truth. Even it's most basic input, that row-ad-row of charactered keys, worn most on Z, X, D-pad and Alt + Tab, sits useless and unsympathetic to my pleas for it to function. Through all the dust, scratches and worn plastic coatings, it was a beautiful, rugged, and compassionate machine, built in it's Oriental proxy-homeland of China, and shipped to the cold artic of Canada, to be laid into my hands and my ward. If, perhaps a fateful door had not closed upon it in full force, then this marriage of power and control might function today. But nay, that heavy pine-and-aluminium assailent did crush upon thee, weakening thy body but untouching thy mind. As such it fought for life, augmented by a new window to its soul and a desire to function. It fought for many months, but alas, it was dealt a death blow by an unknown foot early in the month of Janus. And so, my prescious platform of power, prescision and unerring logic, I commend thee to thy top-shelf grave, so that one day a blessing may give thy heart and soul a home anew, so that thy mayest delight in your basic and primal needs. May the Father of Machines smile upon thee, His faithful servant, and grant thou peace. Caches to caches, rust to rust. Amen.
Or, if you prefer.
The screen, fingerprint scanner, keyboard and battery are all damaged, so my laptop is sitting on a shelf until I can transfer it's hardrive to a new machine.
