June 18th, 2007: Supreme Silliness

Writing Prompt for6/18/2007: Your computer has met an untimely death and you've been asked to say a few words in its honor. Write a eulogy for your computer, remembering the good times and the bad. (500 words or fewer)


I'm feeling mighty silly today, and not much like writing. I'm sure this will come out. I wish I hadn't made the promise and could only post pieces I am proud of. Oh well, now I'll have to write something else to make up for this. And for the missed days. dern....


Good morning all. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Greta, the administrator. I spent eight hours a day working with Jocelyn. That’s what I named her anyways. She was the one of the best computers I’ve ever worked with. She shared my daytime clock, running fast and working well in the morning and then lagging in the afternoon. All the fantastic Photoshop creations that we created together we probably be the thing I’ll miss the most. She had such an eye for detail and color; I could not have done anything without her. But there are surely other things I will miss. All my music; KCRW’s Morning Becomes Eclectic; watching Michael Jackson dance on Youtube all day long; all the silly little programs I tried to install and Jocelyn would not let me; the clickity-clack of my fingers...sigh...So many words formed under my fingers and on her screen. So very many words. Jocelyn had the most admirable user-friendly, timesaving buttons and so many hidden folders. She taught me so much about the technological world. Html; remote desktop connections; the German language; and hacking are all things I would have never looked at if she hadn’t whispered her little tips into my ear. But I suppose the thing I admire most about Jocelyn is her way with words. Her way to take the words I had scribbled furiously on bar napkins and legal pads and transform them into something readable. Some of those documents, I will never recover. And If I never said it, I’m sorry Jocelyn. I’m sorry for all those times I got impatient with you and cut you off. But we always came back, didn’t we? I always turned you back on and then you were fine and we got on with our “work”. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry...I’m sorry.
And even though my new computer is faster, and slicker, and prettier, it’ll never be you. I’ll never forget you and what you taught me. Your finicky opinions of blogger.com and the way you and deviantArt never got along. That mean old Celeste and the way you stuck up for me, and kept me from being mean right back to her. You were right. It is always better to be classy. I forgive you for the spoonfuls of cookie dough you made me eat, or the endless train of cigarettes you made me smoke. We were inseparable, best friends, and I’ll never forget you.

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