10 Jul
2003
10 Jul
'03
5:54 p.m.
Oh my God... What did I unleash when I wrote down my mac inventory... :-) Let's bring it down to this: Whenever I'm facing a deadline, my mac or pc smells it. And without any hasitation, they independently start to sabotage the workflow. They just know, they are alive, these silicon bastards. They look at me with that glaring eye, and inside they laugh, inside they can't wait to knock a bit of a byte and have it endup where it doesn't belong. And just before they go into a system halt they seem to call out to me: Get a life! Go wood choppin'in Canada, Go to Iceland and become a sheep-butcher, Go to Switserland and start painting cows Lila, Or whatever... Rene