A Message From Your Computer:
You look really sexy in that...thing you've got
on tonight. I
like the way your eyes are always open when you
read your
E-Mail. When you type, it reminds me of a concert
pianist
tinkling on her keys.
You really know how to push the right buttons to
turn me on.
If I wasn't a computer, I'd show you what "Hard
Drive" really
means!
But Alas, I'm only a bundle of circuits and
wires, obeying
your every command. Yes mistress! I'll balance
your cheque-
book. Yes mistress! I'll run your silly little
program.
Don't get me wrong...I like the Master/Slave
thing, but
maybe just once in a while you could show some
compassion? Maybe instead of just ramming the
diskette in,
you could slide it in slowly, maybe even blow in
the slot
first. And maybe instead of just using me and
turning me off
when you're through, we could talk for a while
afterwards?
I know other computers have hurt you in the past.
But I'm
different! I may be a little slow, but I've got a
big mouse!
So come on baby, don't fight it. You know you
want it. I'll
just turn off the lights and . . . and . . .
what? Ok . . .well, will
you at least think about it?
I'm so embarrassed,
Your Computer.
