I crave to allocate 64 butt-kicks to Steve's ass

2010-11-07

I crave to allocate  64 butt-kicks to Steve's ass.

I crave to pitch 64 butt-kicks to Apple's conman salesmen ass  who sold me an iPod. Crave you too?

This is the topic which most of you who read this “digitally” - author included – choose not to see or hear about. “Computers steal our time!” - read: “life”. After all, life is nothing more or less than passage of time as I see it.

Time spend in front of Computer The God. Multinational, cross cultural, universal, worldwide, unisex … madness. I see it as an example of gluttony – digital gluttony - similar to our universal craving for the Big Mac family of food, which, didn't you noticed yet, is somehow always omitted in all government “cooked” food pyramids. A pyramid scheme of new type?

Time wasted. Most often it is your  (mine) own choice. Free will men, free will for the masses !. When I am in “down-mood” I speculate that God sent – for the purpose -- all these philosophers, who swore that 'free will' is The Evil, and the tyrants too, these psychopaths who made their bloody swords dull while in war with it. Maybe they were not so dull after all.

OK. I am weak man. I wasted so much of precious time last week. I should be pissed with myself but, well, it is quite embarrassing to piss-self, even if there are no witnesses around.

Today, I've got pissed with Stave instead

( the rhyme just popped out unintended but it sounds promising for new tune  - not available in Apple store though – “I am pissed with Steve. Today. I am pissed. These ..., Steve you know, I am pissed … etc.”  I can here the music for my ad hock  lyrics already.)

Well, actually, it is about Apple Inc. But global corporations are faceless monsters. Or maybe monsters with so many heads it would take my several lifetimes to cut them off. By the way, the new heads of that monsters grows back instantly after the target heads are removed. In other words, any brave individual who stands up against these monsters will instantly find himself/herself on pages of Greek mythology, mounted on a starving horse and clad with armor of Don Quixote. H-mm? Did I mentioned Sancho and his donkey ?

Well, waste no time any more. Here is the story. ”Story” – isn't it something we all look for after all.

The story:

I had to catch with the devil.

In order to keep working (for myself) I have to walk every day to local university library. You know: free Internet, access to free microwave so I can have hot meal daily (as my grandma instructed me), filtered water, glances    of respect from hordes of young intellectuals ). It is a long walk. Three hours a day.

Shame to admit this: I do think when I walk.

I caught myself, precisely speaking my brain, too often drifting into highly unproductive thinking. Samples: “If only I got my  teenage body back but kept my wise-man's brain intact” or “What I could do if I won that $55,000,000.00  jackpot?” , or “ Do they really digitally alter the sizes of manhood in all these porn movies?, or …. too many to quote.

Spanish ! Yes. That's it. I will bombard my brain with Spanish vocabulary to distract my brain .Also, it will pay me back when I retire in Arizona soon. At that time, Spanish will be the official language of Estados Unidos after Mexicans re-conquer  Indians' (first nation) land again, this time bloodlessly.

iPod ! I thought (the rhyme is not intentional again) cleverly will be my savior.

 Next day I got my iPod. Then, next day after the first next day, I loaded Spanish vocabulary and phrases into my iPod. Next, the third 'next day' after the first 'next day' my Sony Vaio notebook went dead. I plugged my iPod to my Dell Precision mobile workstation and – NOTHING.

So, the next day after these three 'next days' before I spent searching Internet for an explanation and possible remedy to my problem. Everything is on Internet. Isn't it? So, I got it. At price of course – TIME ! - but I got it.

The bad news: My iPod is useless, costly electronic toy (junk) to me because I use Windows XP 64bit.  

So, I wandered into Internet Info Jungle to hunt for remedy. Found it. At price again. One more day wasted.

God rested on Sunday (seventh day) after working six days. I did not.

 I tried all that Internet advice how to make my iPod working. I altered iTunes installation files numerous times. I installed and re-installed damn program several times. Yes, I was getting iTunes working but only in one aspect – one that was desired by Apple Inc not me - it was connecting me with Apple store and asking what tunes I want to buy (oh, clever Apple, cleaver !) but could not “see” my iPod.

Then I gave up. Looser ?. Or maybe not so. God rested on sevenths day. I did on ninth. Not so bad for a mortal.    

But still, I am just a human and ...

 I itch for just one ass-kick to Stave's ass (read: Apple's) because it would cost pennies to print extra few letters on iPod's box telling that “WinXP.64bit – No!”.

I lust to ass-kick Apple's Store salesmen/saleswoman who refused to take back my now greatly overpriced USB storage device.

I long for slowing down, or maybe even giving up my run to catch up with the devil. But, can I ? Can you ?

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