My computer was fashioned by the Amish and I’m quite proud of the handiwork. It’s a beef tallow system that has been rated to the lamplight of TWO Amish communities (counting the barns). The water powered processor is nearly 3000 candlepower so I can play “Horse and Buggy Traffic Blocker” and heat my home without having to light my fireplace. I was nearly shunned when I put the family bible on a CD ROM that I carved from the finest oak and stained with berries. But now the elders understand and allow me the vice of logging onto the sinful Internet. Oh the vicarious thrill I get when I see the daguerrotypes of “Woman Showing her Ankle” and “Anna Forgot Her Bonnet”. Almost makes my thick, luxuriant beard quiver with excitement. If only I could compile a program that would chastize me for such sinful thoughts because my Confessional v3.4 doesn’t work on AmiX.
Such is my life.