Amount of texts to »computer« 57, and there are 54 texts (94.74%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3)
Average lenght of texts 378 Characters
Average Rating 2.140 points, 5 Not rated texts
First text on Apr 11th 2000, 14:46:37 wrote
anybody about computer
Latest text on May 30th 2008, 20:05:08 wrote
the index about computer
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on Sep 27th 2007, 12:58:33 wrote
Werner about computer

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Emma Example about computer

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Texts to »Computer«

LyndaC wrote on Apr 14th 2000, 05:39:50 about


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My computer is almost the centre of my universe. I love it as much as one can an inanimate object.

daniel wrote on May 4th 2000, 10:09:00 about


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At the beginning of the twenty-first century man, with the aid of all his technologies and computers, proceeded to destroy himself. Man faded away and all that remained was the earth. Rock, wood, dirt, and computers.

anybody wrote on Apr 11th 2000, 14:46:37 about


Rating: 7 point(s) | Read and rate text individually

A computer is a machine that is supposed to do the thinking for me. In fact, I have to do more thinking, because of the computer.

Orpheus wrote on May 29th 2002, 17:29:37 about


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"Step aside, process! My day of tribulations is far from over, but before we next speak righteous vengenace shall be mine and mine alone!
Let us begin at the beginning. I awoke refreshed from a full eight hours rest and immediately headed out to eat. I then spent twenty minutes in the drive-through of the McDonald's arguing with the reprobate on the other end of the speaker because she refused to serve me breakfast, simply because it was 3 PM.

McMuffinless and distraught, I arrived at work and stepped into my domicile, sheltered from sunlight and lit only by a single lava lamp and the warm refreshing glow of thousands of LED lights from our servers and routers. I call this place the Crucible of Enlightenment. It is here I weave my Arcane Arts of Unix Server Administration.

It is my Xanadu.

But my wrath still boiled within me, and before I could begin my daily cryptic shell scripting, I felt the need to restore the balance with a warm, refreshing game of chess on the Internet. My mind, like a steel trap, finds nourishment in the predictable and comforting patterns of the aged chess warriors of yore. I logged in and set up a game with an opponent I felt would assuredly assuage my pain of hashbrownlessness.

Soon, however, my egregious chess opponent began verbally abusing me! My blood began to boil. Darest he mock my Italian opening! Darest he cast doubt upon my flawless Evans' Gambit! ... Darest he call the black bishop his »...Little Popey Dude?«

Most certainly my opponent could've been no more than a small child, a precocious brat who, like a user over his account size limit, required immediate schooling. But in mine burning anger and haste, I threatened his precocious Queen and inadvertently exposed my rook, who fell victim to what he called his »horsey.« I was livid with rage. I screamed audibly. I had been manhandled by a slavering prepubescent!

Burning with furious wrath, I picked up my chair and hurled it at my infernal machine. Glass shattered; sparks flew. Nearby the shelving unit perched precariously upon my desk tumbled; spilling burned CDs everywhere, it crashed into the server rack, cracking the plastic front like dried pasta. There was a flash; a rain of sparks. The entire rack crumpled upon itself like a house of cards, tossing expensive hardware carelessly into the ground. A multitude of green lights went very red, and then very very black. For the first time in years the comforting hum of mine minions slowed and ceased like the last rasping breaths of a dead man. Silence.

I had taken our entire coastal web server array offline.

Within moments my sniveling sweatshirted boss who does nothing but play Asheron's Call all day stormed into the Crucible of Enlightenment. »I've lost my net connection to the AC servers!« he cried, as would a whining child. Then he saw the devastation. »Good God what have you done!« he wailed.

I explained, as patiently as I could, that Unix servers rarely require rebooting but every year or so it's good to give them ... a hard boot. He was not amused. He pulled out his damnable organizational chart and droned contemptuously about his plan to remove all but a handful of functional employees so that he and others may play online RPGs all day. He then explained that he had slashed the server administration department to me and me alone because nobody else could decode my arcane scripting routines and backup procedures. He explained that we as a company could not sell off nearly enough EverQuest items on EBay to make up the cost of hiring additional consultants, and that if I didn't have the servers up and running within the next few hours his entire so-called »business plan« would fall apart. I wept no tears. The foolish and desperate wranglings of middle management were of little concern to me; I had lost my rook.

But then he explained that our mentally unbalanced technical support representative had recently overdosed on Vivarin, and that during the crisis I would be forced to handle the volume of support calls while he procured the required replacement hardware for me. LAMENTABLE! I was sat in front of a phone like a lowly acoustic coupler. I was horrified. Actual verbal contact with our sycophantic contemptible users? I wept inwardly and stared at the blinking extensions. I had descended into hell.

I answered call after call from the hamster-headed stepchildren of our backwards networked world.

»Helpa lowly user begged. »Microsoft Word is unable to access my network documentsI explained to the miscreant that she should be using VI for all her text editing needs, then hung up.

»My email is down! Microsoft Outlook can't find the server!« wept another sorry subhuman. I scoffed audibly. »Outlook? Bloatware! Use Pine. Or just type 'mail' at the % prompt, wretched villain!« Then I hung up.

Suddenly I received a call of paramount importance. I could scarcely believe my ears. »I was playing chess with some punk,« whined a voice from the ether. »I took his castle dude and then everything went dead

The audio connection between myself and my nemesis crackled quietly. The tension was tangible; I could feel it coalescing around me, tightening my very bones. My hairs stood on end. That scum. That freakish doctored tabloid photograph of a man. That worker of iniquity! WOE TO HIM! WOE TO HE WHO DAREST MOCK MINE CHESSMAKING CAPACITIES!

Restraining my bile I explained to him that I would be sending a »representative« to »help« with his »problemI then wrote down with quavering hand his home address. Now the fool was MINE.

Forsaking a phone bank filled with blinking extensions, I crawled under my desk and slipped quietly out the back door. But not before grabbing my trusted wooden staff, The Educator, which I loving refer to as »Kill -9

Oh yes my chess nemisis. Soon you will feel the stinging wrath of mine fury. Check, mate, match! You will be mine. Oh yes. You ... will be ... mine. "

Noodle wrote on Aug 16th 2000, 04:56:57 about


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I find my computer is a neat box that I can screw around with, play games on, etc. Since a lot of other people use theirs to do really amazing things like model the human genome or the intricacies of supernovae, or at least write device drivers for Linux, I expect I am underutilizing my computer terribly. I should just go read a book.

Nicole wrote on Jul 28th 2002, 10:00:41 about


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computers are great but you have to wonder if they will reach a point when we wished they never existed.

Topical68 wrote on May 6th 2003, 21:50:54 about


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Modern computers strive for two paradoxical, yet not necessarily incompatible goals: increased simplicity using increased complexity.

Noodle wrote on Aug 16th 2000, 05:04:41 about


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What can be said to be the opposite of »computer«? Besides atrifacts, all sorts of works of nature are likened to computers--insect behavior, the brain, natural selection(it has a logic tree doesn't it?). An anti-computer must be inert, inanimate, performing no active function, and no routing or logic functions. A perfect vacuum perhaps, but what better demonstrates the empty set?

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