I vented a post or 1 ago that I wanted to kill/maim/punish my cell phone- calling out It who cannot/must not be named. . .aka autocorrect for ruining my life with its perverted and rather sick/gross sense of humor. . .
Autocorrect took vengeance today and killed my computer- put out a contract and my poor little VIAO now hibernates with the cyber fishes, taking the epic fail nap, the blue screen of death. . .you know the drill.
By most nefarious of collusion- autocorrect, with its replacing sweet kisses to my sweetie with the name of the former Pakistani president (MUAHS becomes Musharraf) texts HIGHLY inappropriate missives to both my children (hey did you have your math test today to my 13 year old became hey sis your ass smell good today, as well as a text telling my 17 year old that his dad was here was changed to your dad is heterosexual. My 26 year old was most blessed to get my message where I meant to ask him if he was eating out by himself, and autocorrect, the silly bitch, sent the question if he was eating himself) as well as my sweetie (when asking him if he was having a good time, autocorrect sent a text asking him to have an orgy), but I digress
Curse you autocorrect- you did contract with the Notorious WPL and did send an evil surge into my home, and killed my poor surge protected computer. Curse you Curse you. . .
RIP Stalwart VIAO- you will be avenged! Rest assured, I will find away to transplant your great cache of data, and I will have my work to date on my dissertation no matter what it takes. . .and in some subtle way, I will figure out how to honor your memory. . .sniff, sob, a pox on autocorrect!
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