I didn't do it. I swear. I hadn't touched the computer for at least ten minutes and I was standing at least six feet away when it happened.
From the corner of my eye I saw it. It was so fast. So frightening. It was horrible. It was...the...the...Blue Screen of Death.
I'm on the road. I need my computer for work. The fruits of an entire week's labours and another week's yet to come were at risk. More, actually. I (stupidly) haven't backed up my computer in a month.
What could have caused this atrocity? What could have caused the Blue Screen of Death?
One cool summer morning, when I was eight, I went to go get a friend at her house. We were going to play tennis at the new tennis courts that had been built by our neighbourhood.
As I approached her front step, I heard a thump against the giant picture window. It was a little yellow bird, which was now lying stunned on the ground. I took off my yellow hat; my very favourite hat, and gently scooped the injured bird inside.
Carefully, I walked home with the poor bird cradled in my cap, careful not to stir it. It was so fragile. So helpless. I hoped that it would be all right - that it wouldn't die.
In a way, that's how I feel now, with my computer.
After a few hours of struggle, I think I've got the problem figured out, but I'm not sure. I've just lost a bunch of work time and am going to bed much later than I wanted to.
Halfway home, the bird recovered, pooped on my hat, and flew away.
Who knows what the computer will do...