Kee-rash

My computer gives me rage.  It’s very generous in its giving, too.  It gives rage with such wild abandon that I often end up with excess, which I then pass on to my Playstation 2 controllers.  Last night, my cup runneth so far over that I felt the need to dilute it with creativity via Magic Pengel, a game of rare charm and creativity.  But, I digress.

That infernal machine has been acting up more and more lately, with system-rebooting crashes now happening on a daily basis.  During my recent Half Life 2 marathon, it only crashed like this once.  Last night, while played City of Heroes, the thing gave up on me two times in one hour.  Both times, I had just joined a team, but had not made it to their location.  Apparently, my computer, not content to slap me in the face at will, also enjoys stepping on my foot at the same time.

So, for the first time in many, many moons, I turned off my computer last night, and did not turn it back on this morning.  I have reaffimed my dedication to console gaming.  I’ll probably finish Kingdom Hearts tonight.

I’ll gut that worthless pile of silicon, aluminum and wires this weekend.  I will bend it to my will.  Oh, yes.  I will be victorious, or my name isn’t William A. Robinson.  And it is.