White Screen of Tenderness and Compassion.
SOOOOO: It has been brought to my attention that my naming convention and posts tend to be a bit on the negative side. Who me?
Okay. Jeez. Well, at least I can provide some explanations...
Stricken:
That is a bit negative. Okay, totally negative.
afflicted: grievously affected especially by disease
smitten: (used in combination) affected by something overwhelming; "conscience-smitten"; "awe-struck"
laid low(p): put out of action (by illness)
... on wordnet
WSOD:
I really thought that the "white" would put a positive spin on an old standby: that heartbeat skipping moment when you realize your computer is pretty much garbage. It really wasn't a positive moment when I experienced my first WSOD. I had just installed Linux on my laptop. Everything seemed to go perfectly. I did the restart, and as soon as it started up, my screen changed to this amazing deep burnt magenta. The very bottom row of pixels glowed with an intensity I have never seen a laptop pull off. I watched that white row as it slowly and steadily climbed the vertical; shocked and frozen in fear. What the frak was going on??? As it climbed to about a third of the screen, I pulled the battery with the same kind of knee jerk responce I had that time my Fiat timing belt slipped and kicked the engine into a clacktastic orgy (a quarter cam revolution more and I likely would have thrown a valve.) As it turned out, Linux at that time did not include drivers for the laptop I was using, so the screen was just wacked out. Of course, I tried it three or four more times, these times enjoying the train wreck I was witnessing.
The Blue Screen of Death (sometimes called "bluescreen", "stop error" or just abbreviated as "BSoD") is a popular name for the screen displayed by Microsoft's Windows operating system when it cannot recover from, or is in danger of being unable to recover from, a system error.
... on wikipedia
Dendrimer:
This handle, I think, is pretty neutral.
A dendrimer is a molecule with a form like the branches of a tree. The name comes from the Greek dendra, meaning "tree."
... on wikipedia
sour_patch:
Another handle, "sour patch" is lifted from the
SCAC song "Sour Patch Kids", a delightful tune about a family of boys confronting their missionary father on his preaching return to them. Not so happy happy, but I snagged the name because the experience of this song being performed live at Thee Parkside in 2004 was a seminal moment in my appreciation for the Auto Club and their brethren.
Come up from the garden boys
and listen unto me
I've got a brand new job for you
a new way to spread your seed.
Papa, we been working for thirteen years on end.
I tought you children the way of seeds,
on this you can depend.
Lay your shovels in the dirt,
your hands have turneth green.
I'll teach yous how to hold your mouth
I'll teach you how to sing
You know why you're a world away
much rumors came to me
Your faith and prayer has turned us hard
and always left us something something [unintelligible, Munly]
CHORUS:
Come up from the garden.
We don't want you anymore.
Lay down your shovels.
We don't want you anymore.
Sing from the gospel.
We don't want you anymore.
Thirteen years I walked and roamed
and questioned folks' desire.
I learned it good, cuz I wrote it down:
they wants a gospel choir.
Papa, I anticipate, you something something something [unintelligible, Munly]
The only way we opens our mouth's to give us food to eat.
Children, come on the porch and let the song begin.
There won't be worries about the food in that earthily garden.
Papa yous just spread it thick, that much we has realized.
We'll knock you down if you're and with you my garden fertilize.
CHORUS
YODEL
Will you people hear uh, my Papa's pretty, womanly voice?
Well Papa, I say enough we got our own way of singing...
SINGING:
[onomonopaeic representation of shovel beating the fuck out of Papa's head.]
Childeren, that song you sing has anger spite and hurt.
You sing it well, but it's gone wild my lead's what you deserve.
Your nerve's as thick as a city's ways to speak of my deserve.
You planted us with your fallow seed then returned to something [again, Munly]
Now child I got the feelin' you don't want to join me.
You're soft on the eye, but hard in the head forever you'll be green.
Son, my temper's grown something something something gone astray.
If you don't come work in the something God, then with your lives, you will pay! [more more Munly Munly]
CHORUS
Now, Papa, your children here worked the land you stuck us with.
For us to make it through we had to sing all day to make it bearable.
So Papa, if you don't want to be buried in this here garden,
You better hold your mouth like a working man does, and sing sing:
SINGING [crescendo of feedback]
Alrighty, I can admit to being less than positive. I don't think I'll be naming the WSOD any time soon, but I certainly don't want to be that negative in all my endeavors. I wonder if
Pink Screen of Nothing might be better...
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