Humming softly in the darkness, beneath an “ early-curb-alert-found-object desk”, my computer resides in a plastic bucket.
That’s how I like it, and let me tell you why.
The cooling fan no longer devours the dust tigers who arrogantly roam my floor.
No building maintenance mop-slopping reeking bleachy cleansers into serial ports for me!
Office mascot Brutus shall not Bulldog wizz through cracks surrounding disc-drive doors ever again.
And should Emperor Fudd’s tax man come a-knocking, I’ll just grab my PC bucket by the handle and run like hell.
by – Doug Mathewson