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Tuesday, October 3, 2023

creepy-town to Prosperity Drive

 Kids wanting candy on Halloween used 
to trick-or-treat their neighbors, 
Before drive-bys and hit-and-runs and random stabbings...
Actually I was just wondering where Amazon was today, and a train-of-thought started.
The one (with a shout-out to the movie "Purge") 



where little kids are trucked from Creepy-town to a more affluent section of town, to beg.
Prosperity avenue where *their* kids are at parties and wearing expensive latex getups.
At two times of the year we were transported from Hellhole to Nirvana-town.
Once was Halloween, and the other, Christmas, 
to drive slowly by the christmas-light competitions.

My *imaginary* train of thought is much creepier...
Prep-school/university-types are bussed to the poorest parts of town (follow the sirens and the helicopters) and left there to find their way home, with no cell phone.
Their wits and a couple bus-pamphlets is all they've got to live on.



So I'm reading a page from a bank, went off to fritter with something real-life,
Thinking trains of thought, when a creepy green-screen (all garbled, scrambled)
Appeared on my monitor.
Event-viewer is pissed I turned off the computer but its memory lapses when I look for what the cause was for the green screen.
Well I know it's probably video-card related because it affected my display......
Still creepy.
Bugs?
I'm sure if I could actually *read* the green screen it would have said, "Windows has encountered an error and needs to restart", but was it beheaded or did it stub its little toe??
O, yes, blame me, *I* must have done something.
Actually used the computer instead of treating it like some museum for Windows.
The very last thing it said (in event-viewer) was, it was unable to start some virtual thing.
It's true I had "SVM"-disabled until 5 minutes ago, because some guy (google it, you'll see) says you can disable it.

Grandma's burned-out house was the only address Amazon had, 
because she didn't want her family's packages delivered to the shelter they stayed at, 
where they could be lost or stolen.
The house looked fine from the front; 
it was only the kitchen and the rooms above that had been completely destroyed.
So she waited in the darkness for Amazon's promised prime-delivery, 
her and an old transistor radio to keep her awake.
The radio and the old dead oak in the front yard made enough noise to keep her company until the delivery, so she was content.
But it got dark, and very late, and the delivery-van never came.
Grandma died that night, sitting in her rocking chair.
People said it was a coincidence, that she would have died anyway wherever she was,
But sitting alone in the dark in that creepy house couldn't have helped.

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