I know, I know, us literary types are vain, self-indulgent, and obtuse. But I can at least laugh at myself thru this onion artcle about a laptop with a martyr complex:
Heroic Computer Dies To Save World From Master's Thesis
Money paragraphs:
According to Samoskevich's roommate, Pamela Roscoe, the ThinkPad had been "up to something" for months.
"There were definite warning signs," Roscoe said. "It infected itself with a virus so Jill couldn't send e-mail attachments, and it would noticeably lag or shut down while she was typing out particularly long, dry sentences. I guess when she got to the chapter about how the 'imitative tactility' used in the first two stanzas of 'Young Sycamore' can act as a 'neo-structuralist, pre-objectivist perlustration and metonymy' of the importance of anti-Episcopalian sentiment in the rise and fall of central West Virginian coal miners' unions, the computer just decided that something had to be done for the greater good."Posted by pjaussen at July 14, 2006 04:42 PM | TrackBack
stephen told me you had a covblog and i finally thought to look for it today! just wanted to say hi and it was great to meet you and capria! it meant a lot to stephen and i that you came on the bus to hang out with us in Queen Anne. i hope church, lit crit, tottens, et al is treating you well. :)
Posted by: tacy at July 15, 2006 01:24 PMTacy, all is well here and we're having a great summer. It was a pleasure meeting you and seeing Stephen as well. Hope you all are enjoying life in Chattatown.
Tell him we said hi.
Posted by: paul at July 17, 2006 04:55 PM