I have a story to share my friends, and a message I hope you all shall heed.
Alas, little Abraham had a fantastic idea for the blog post due today, a beautiful argument presented on solid foundations of evidence to support his reasoning. So he bid his time, writing parts, paragraphs throughout the week, and Bravo! wrote a 7 paragraph beauty, all written out with intro and outro.
And here the horror begins:
As he presses the orange "PUBLISH" button, the screen shouts "Oh no! It looks like ...." and he laughs, and presses to reload. Surely, all those times he's pressed the save button, it's fine.
But when the page reloads, an empty text box stares back at him.
He waits for another 30 seconds, and slowly begins to think that perhaps, it isn't just a web lag thing, and that the text won't just magically pop out, because the info in the box is still loading right now, maybe the video drivers are messing up, or haha so much for spending 800 bucks on a 'gaming laptop' when it can't even load a friggin textbox am I right.
The empty text box's stare was ceaseless.
As the wave of depression and shock hit him as he realized that he had not saved his draft anywhere, and that the fault was within himself because he had written in a tab that never truly loaded after he closed his laptop the first time, he wrote a wimpy blog post within the hour to at least submit something.
Please. Save.
Don't. Be me.
Don't do it to yourself.
You will hate yourself I promise you.
Save somewhere other than the Blogger draft place.
Or maybe that's just me that does that.
Then rip.
Alas, little Abraham had a fantastic idea for the blog post due today, a beautiful argument presented on solid foundations of evidence to support his reasoning. So he bid his time, writing parts, paragraphs throughout the week, and Bravo! wrote a 7 paragraph beauty, all written out with intro and outro.
And here the horror begins:
As he presses the orange "PUBLISH" button, the screen shouts "Oh no! It looks like ...." and he laughs, and presses to reload. Surely, all those times he's pressed the save button, it's fine.
But when the page reloads, an empty text box stares back at him.
He waits for another 30 seconds, and slowly begins to think that perhaps, it isn't just a web lag thing, and that the text won't just magically pop out, because the info in the box is still loading right now, maybe the video drivers are messing up, or haha so much for spending 800 bucks on a 'gaming laptop' when it can't even load a friggin textbox am I right.
The empty text box's stare was ceaseless.
As the wave of depression and shock hit him as he realized that he had not saved his draft anywhere, and that the fault was within himself because he had written in a tab that never truly loaded after he closed his laptop the first time, he wrote a wimpy blog post within the hour to at least submit something.
Please. Save.
Don't. Be me.
Don't do it to yourself.
You will hate yourself I promise you.
Save somewhere other than the Blogger draft place.
Or maybe that's just me that does that.
Then rip.
I see your blog post and raise you a 6 blog comments while logged in on the wrong google account. In all seriousness this was the most engaging narrative told on these blog posts. I, however, would like to see your attempt at a Hemingway version, a Mrs. Dalloway version, and a version where you wake up as the essay you wrote but didn't save.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very interesting literary parallel to The Stranger. I like the portrayal of your laptop as one that is disconnected from your motives and interests. Your laptop seems to be indifferent about your assignment and decides to do whatever it likes based on how it feels. The laptop, similar to Mersault being annoyed by the sun, was annoyed by the internet and decided to refresh the webpage. I think this blog post reveals something more about the mindset of a laptop and the injustice that they experience.
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