Is there anybody out there, who finds it hard like me, To understand computers, each time I press a key?   It asks me silly questions, like would I like to sync? Or would I like to clear my cache? If so, then click the link.   Can anybody tell me, what is a terabyte? Is it something that will bite me? It sounds as though it might.   Every time I go online while waiting to connect. I’m always offered cookies, which I grate...

An irksome quirk of thesystem at work,is the way it misinterpretsdates. If you've lived in your house since birth, the system saying:"Date cannot be earlier than date of birth"really doesn't bring any mirth. A simple symbol would be all it tookto rectify that silly mistook. "Equal to or greater than",not simply "greater than",and I'd whizz through that formin the manner of wham-bam. Programs I understand a little of,but f...

Goodness, I’m such a caveman. Or perhaps that should be cavekitty. Whatever. I’ve just nommed a can of meatballs in tomato sauce, using a mini combat knife as cutlery. I couldn’t get the ones in gravy, which is a pity because I prefer those ones. Still, tomato is nice enough. Fills a hole, which is really all one can ask. Whoo! I’m going back to college. I’ll be wholeheartedly honest, it’s a prospect that excites me and a...

First piece of writing on my new laptop, this is. I wonder what it’ll be? Any ideas? A poem? A story? A musing? All three? Could be! But if it is a poem, it ain’t gonna be set out like one. I often find myself wondering why poems are set out in such a way. It would make just as much sense if it was set out in the same way as prose. Enjambement is another thing I don’t quite understand. I can understand starting a sentence...

I like a guitar that’s all beaten and bruised, road worn, one could say. It adds something to it, to know that it has been loved. I see something as loved if it shows signs of actually being used.A few of my guitars have dings all over the place and people have remarked upon them saying things like “why don’t you get them fixed?” Well, they don’t need fixing. They need playing. The fretboards are usually worn from my into...

You see them all the time. Sitting in a McDonald's. With their laptops. Away from everyone. Hidden in plain sight. Know who they are? You'll never see them again. They keep moving. They're on the move. They're being tracked. Never in the same place twice. That's because of one thing. Did you know someone is recording your IP Address? Do you even know what that is? It's why you never see them again. They're running, hiding...

Cross legged, I sit. Topless on my bed, fan blowing at me. I’m far too hot. That’s not a complaint you hear much where I am from. It’s usually that it’s too damned cold, but I can’t complain too vehemently. No, I do not like the sun, or rather, I don’t like the heat it brings with it, but it is nice to see it. It’s kind of a scary sight, but it does do wonderful things. It brings life, it sustains life, it does make other...

At every step you thwart me Your mocking beeps get tiring No matter what I try You try to upstage me Dragging me down To your pit of wires Forcing me to curse you As I sink into the mire Damn you, computer I am the boss Believe me, computer I will win With sweat and tears With blood and fury I call in The reinforcements You cringe You cower Your time is near You will bow To my orders And finally you get it Partitioned and...