Friday, August 29, 2014
Nearby, 4-AM
The kids have gotten themselves into their beds,
after fighting about video games most of the
evening.
Glenda, a fairly competent referee usually,
snores on the sofa, Martini-ed out.
Cliff picks up the pitcher from the stale rug
and places it back on the coffee table.
The TV blares offers--second one free if you
pony up additional shipping charge, etc.
(Etc.)
He clicks the remote.
The blank screen makes him aware of the computer
blinking, so he jiggles the mouse to find out why.
Three potentially unwanted programs have been found.
Cliff checks Quarantine All.
"Thus I COMMAND!" he whispers.
Labels: argument, Computer Programs, drinking, martini, neighborhood, TV, video games
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
September and April
Searching WebMD
for symptoms.
Other sites,
home remedies.
Thus science and
Grandma. Feeling
ascendant next to youngsters
who fiddle with video games--
paying to cheat onto
gaudier levels. But
at least their attainments
have Colonial utility
in a future where
some ensconce before
gorgeous consoles to
waste peasants.
Labels: Medicine, video games, war
