Anvils are falling on my head. Repeatedly! So my CPU fan dies on my Windows development box. I get laughed out of every store. "haha! Socket 7! They quit using those like 8 years ago!" Ring. Ring. "Honey. Don’t get mad. The power went out and the Internet isn’t coming back on." My head hangs so low that it drags the pavement as I drive home. More anvils. And a cliff. Neep neeep! Oh. I get home and the Internet has come back but the punchline is that my Linux development server didn’t like the power outage and is not coming back to life. That’s the train that comes out of nowhere to run me down.
I don’t see the grass of cubeville as greener. Frankly, I don’t care if cubeville is tumbleweeds and dirt. I am ready to return to the corporate joke. This computer swashbuckler is ready to lay down his sword. After this past decade, there is nothing you could lay in front of me that could phase me.