What Does A Computer Sound Like?

BANG!!!

Followed by nasty smelling smoke and silence. A few frantic phone calls... "You can't fix it until WHEN? You think it might just be WHAT? It'll cost HOW MUCH?"

We've had problems before - crashes, hangs, uninstalls, re-installs, hardware failures, software failures... This was our first explosion.

Apparently, computers have transformers, or something, and they can blow. Kablooie. Kablam.

And then what? What am I supposed to do? I have slides to prepare, I have songs to chord. We have suppliers and customers to contact. I'm stuck in the sewers in "Grim Fandango" and I want to know what happens next. Where did the florist disappear to and how can I get him to give me some ammo?

I have to resist the temptation to sit in the chair and play with the mouse. That would just be pathetic.

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