Retaliation !

Two days ago, after five months in suspended animation, my main computer, Piotr V died of natural causes. Among his predecessors, Piotr V would be the most resilient; surviving two comas, three brain transplants, and a massive stroke that conributed to (but not directly caused) his ultimate demise.

Yesterday, while I was happily cruising down EDSA, the Grey-Nameless-Car (that's what I call her cos she never warmed up to me) was struck by the strangest sort of engine-voodoo-funk that left me stalled between two lanes. Meanwhile cars are passing me by and the more helpful ones decide to contribute by honking their support--LIKE I WAS STALLED IN THE MIDDLE OF EDSA TO ENJOY A PLEASANT CUP OF TEA.

So my 'puter's dead. At tangina, kinulam ang awto ko.

The universe is clearly out to get me. Except I don't think it knows who it's dealing with. I'm sure the wiser, more prudent thing to do would be to placate the universe with offerings of human sacrifice, rituals involving scantily-clad tribal women, and songs of praise for its wondrous being. Except, again, I don't think it knows who it's dealing with.

I don't bend, universe! And I don't cower or placate! I destroy back!

So I'm walking around today bending spoons, unscrewing screws, crumpling paper, untuning guitars, disintegrating clouds ~ and look how much fun I've stumbled upon:



Enjoy the video!

( * And don't feel bad for the CD, it was found guilty of treason by an IAAF Military Tribunal and was sentenced to death by melting.)