Blue screens are the devil.
Not to rip off Waterboy...but they are.
If you have ever encountered one then you already know this. If you have not...be on your guard, the blue screen is lurking behind your seemingly innocent monitor just waiting for its chance to attack.
You will be sitting there, minding your own business when BAM out of nowhere this horrid evil beast jumps out at you, not dissimilar to the demon in that possessed maze game that was taking over the internet several years ago. (You know the one I’m talking about. No doubt one of your “friends” sent you a link to this “fun game”, accompanied by some form of bragging about how far they got in it, in which you are supposed to navigate an increasingly narrower maze as quickly as possible without touching the edge, for if you do you are sent back to the beginning to start over. So after a misstep or two you are now concentrating intensely on not making a mistake again when suddenly a horrid demon jumps out at you screeching in some ungodly tone, causing you to lose your composure completely and revert to some primal state that can only be described as a combination of sheer terror and complete confusion resulting in girlish screams and possible loss of control of your bodily functions. For many of you these same “friends” took much pleasure in planning this attack and even went to great lengths to make a video record of this most humiliating moment to share with the world via “youtube”, a site that was seemingly created for the purpose of exploiting the humiliation of such unsuspecting victims. )
But I digress; this story is about the evil blue screen. So it goes something like this: One minute you are doing your work or peacefully browsing the internet and the next thing you know you are staring evil in the eye. Not only does this thing invade your personal space without warning or invitation, but it then proceeds to sabotage you. In some language you don’t comprehend it taunts you, and then your screen goes blank. Your screams of terror can be heard from outer space. It begins as shock, eases its way into panic, then grief as the realization that whatever you were working on is lost, with rage rounding the corner not far behind. To complicate matters further it hides behind numerous “possible causes” so as to steal your time as greedily as a sugar fiend guzzles sweets. If you know a bit about the machine you were operating you will probably invest a fair amount of additional time in researching and through much trial and error attempt to restore order and some sense of reassurance that you will not experience such horror again. If you do not know anything about how the machine works and are just using it in much the way the majority of “licensed” people operate cars, (minimal knowledge required), then you will likely end up calling a “geek” to come to your rescue. This option could result in a “nominal” financial investment, which this blue screen devil no doubt revels in. The ultimate joy for this beast is the loss of function of the machine resulting in the loss of your horde of data, usually in the form of documents, photos and music, that you no doubt hold dear.
Why am I telling you all this? Mostly for the perverse pleasure of knowing that you will now be worried about when and where this thing will sneak up on you, possibly losing sleep over it…You know the saying… Misery loves company.
I’m just sayin’, watch your back, or monitor…either way.
