In addition to my legendary lack of navigation skills, I am also known for my nerdtastic powers. Naturally, people turn to me to help them with their computer problems.
Saturday, my friend Dave called me to say that his computer started acting up after he heard a loud “pop.” As a rule of thumb, your computer should not be making a noise associated with a breakfast cereal.
When Dave brought the PC over on Sunday, I found that the video card had three exploded capacitors and that the motherboard was no longer working. I’m not usually given to poetry, but the following popped into my head (like a capacitor):
There is a man named “Dave” who sends computers to an early grave.
Listen to him and he will say:
“I don’t know what to do, all these dead computers are making me blue.”
“HP, Gateway or Dell, I always manage to blow them to hell.”
“I wish this madness would end, I don’t have any more money to spend.
“I wish I could fix things with just a snap, because I always buy PCs that are crap!”
“I don’t think that computers have hearts, but I thought I heard it crying as Mike scrapped it for parts.”
“My CPUs are melted blobs, so maybe I should buy an Apple from Mr. Jobs.”
“So, a new PC I shall buy…I just hope this one doesn’t die!”
Not to worry-I have no plans to become a poet. I’ll stick with running.