The Curtain Goes Down
Flip up the screen, smack a key, and all systems go... and all systems go. The screen remained blank, beside the fact that the power button lit and internal organs were heard coming to life. Power down, power back up, and still nothing. I scoff at the boy, that's what he gets for trusting in a Mac, Worked fine every day for years and with no pre-signs of failure, no something gone wrong, just colossal absolute failure. So off to an authorized dealer, Tom wanted to support a small mom and pop store, but the train system only went one way, straight to down town Mac-vill, big box central. With a hundred buck diagnostic fee he swallowed his pride and headed for the train. "Stop narrating my life" the little boy screams “you’re starting to piss me off". With that he grabbed his other hat and with a desperate leap I was in his pack, city bound. After having Mr. Service stick his first aid kit in the USB, pushed a few buttons asked it to look left, now cough. Diagnosis got to head to the real Mac store, what no fee. First, have to go online and book an appointment first with a "genius". Just to tell the boy if he needed a new 2 grand part and whether he is the fortunate recipient of a free recall part. If not it’s a new computer and all the adobe software.
Well that's just another great day being shat on by the computer industry.
Teacozy out!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Mission Down By the Bay
Code Name Watermelon Grow-op
On the day of my birth, in the final hours as my mother strung the last few threads through, I was taught a valuable lesson, one so profound that until this day I would never quite believe. She told me, as her hand worked feverishly to finish the quiltie warm epidermis of my exoskeleton (it’s okay to use paradox descriptive nouns when I'm personifying myself, it sure is great being a toque), "At every pot of gold there is a rainbow". On this very day there was not one but three. Now I don't mean, if I was tripping off my rocker I'd be cracking out in religious ecstasy 'triple rainbow'. Today the rainbow but appeared thrice. That is two more times than the baby Jesus, and many times less than molested altar boys.
So what is the point of this story other than the boy had a great fucking day photographing and exploring on bicycle until his ass throbbed like another worked porn star. It means that with this great revelation of spirit I extrapolated new moral hygiene. Some may call it elitist narcissism, but they preach fluoride in tooth paste, drugs and vaccines. For I, Teacozy, it was the best damn bar of soap, a day which forth ward to infinity I hold neutrality to pessimism. Any who speak it will give excuse to ignore, as they speak only of failure. To those who say, can't I say one final word, 'must'.
"Is that a teacozy on his head?"
Teacozy out!
On the day of my birth, in the final hours as my mother strung the last few threads through, I was taught a valuable lesson, one so profound that until this day I would never quite believe. She told me, as her hand worked feverishly to finish the quiltie warm epidermis of my exoskeleton (it’s okay to use paradox descriptive nouns when I'm personifying myself, it sure is great being a toque), "At every pot of gold there is a rainbow". On this very day there was not one but three. Now I don't mean, if I was tripping off my rocker I'd be cracking out in religious ecstasy 'triple rainbow'. Today the rainbow but appeared thrice. That is two more times than the baby Jesus, and many times less than molested altar boys.
So what is the point of this story other than the boy had a great fucking day photographing and exploring on bicycle until his ass throbbed like another worked porn star. It means that with this great revelation of spirit I extrapolated new moral hygiene. Some may call it elitist narcissism, but they preach fluoride in tooth paste, drugs and vaccines. For I, Teacozy, it was the best damn bar of soap, a day which forth ward to infinity I hold neutrality to pessimism. Any who speak it will give excuse to ignore, as they speak only of failure. To those who say, can't I say one final word, 'must'.
"Is that a teacozy on his head?"
Teacozy out!
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