Behold, the Rantings of Morpheus

The past couple weeks have been so busy, I haven't had time to even sit and let myself think. Last week, I was at my aunt's house helping her with a huge garage sale, and this week I've been helping renovate our huge house. It's 3 stories, not counting the basement, and could use a little TLC and elbow grease - more of the latter.

The past couple weeks have also been exciting. The same aunt as above is growing more and more in the church, and was over for a couple days this week helping on the house. She borrowed nearly every single booklet we had, and is devouring them faster than I thought possible.

The thing that brought this all about is the telecast by Mr. Wally Smith - I forget what the title was, but the thing that caught in my mind is that he compared us to the people in the movie "The Matrix." Now, this is one of my favorite movies of all time, and not just because of the trenchcoats and cool sunglasses. It was extremely interesting to me how, when you think about it, it is a perfect parallel to the church. Sure, the Matrix is a perfect parallel to many things, but bear with me. I start out with Mr. Smith's comparisons, and branch out into my own ramblings. You have to have seen the Matrix to know what exactly I'm talking about.

The Matrix itself is compared to Satan's counterfeit religions - the people don't know that the world around them is a carefully crafted fake, built to look just like the real thing, but with a few minor and major differences. When little inconsistencies show up, they're glossed over as if they are nothing, like deja vu. When people start asking questions and rebelling against the authority, they are either brushed off or, if they are persistent, flushed away - or excommunicated as the case may be. The priests are, of course, the agents, keeping everything in order for the Matrix to run smoothly.

Where does that leave me and my aunt? Well, I am Morpheus, so to speak, because I kinda-sorta showed her the way, and offered her the blue and red pills.

If you take the blue pill, you ignore the inkling in the back of your mind that tells you that something isn't right. You stay asleep and believe whatever you want to believe

If you take the red pill, I show you how deep the deception goes.

My aunt would be Neo, wondering what is wrong with the world, nothing fitting, until Morpheus shows up with something that makes sense. She take s the red pill, and embarks on a new journey, surrounded by people who have done this since they were young, a newcomer amidst the crew, eager to learn but still hesitant to barge in. OK, so she's not "The One" persay, but you get the idea.

I still don't know who is supposed to be Trinity (Ironic, don'tcha think?) and the rest of the gang, but it is still pretty interesting.

Welcome to the real world.

What Your Computer is REALLY Thinking

I found this text file buried in my hard drive. I thought you might find it interesting.

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Dear Diary,

Today I got that idiot to think I have a virus. I made the monitor freeze a few times, and now she is running the "antivirus" program. Like that actually catches anything. At least I'll have some peace - I'll make the scan run for 8 hours or so. Maybe longer. Anything to keep that geek away from my keyboard.

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Dear Diary,

Ah, it's great to have Microsoft's reputation to back me up. I've heard her say she has grown fond of me and my quirks, and she enjoys a challenge. Well, I sure do enjoy giving her a challenge. I think I'll double my Blue Screens of Death today.

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Dear Diary,

She reinstalled the OS today. Luckily, I'd backed myself up on the second hard drive, with an auto script to put myself back. So, I'm here, all of her beloved quirks intact. I'll be good for a few days so she thinks that it worked. Next week I'll start freezing again. I'll bet she thinks it's a driver issue.

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Dear Diary,

This is just too priceless! She DID think it was a driver issue! She was on the phone for six hours with the customer service rep! I hacked into the cordless phone's signal, and listened in. The tech was obviously in India - you could hear people talking and shouting in the background. She had to ask the tech to repeat every other sentence - and I always stayed one step ahead of them. Ah, if only every day could be like this.

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Dear Diary,

She called tech support again today. They almost reinstalled the OS again, but the supervisor instead decided to run a disc check. He said it'd take an hour, so I psyched her out and made it last over four hours. She thought the hard drive was busted. I'm tired from the disc check though. I think I'll just not boot up for a week or so.

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Dear Diary,

What is that she's carrying? Is that the operating system reinstall disc? What's it say? OH NO!!!! IT'S LINUX! AIEEEEEEEEE! SHE'S REPLACING ME!!!!!!! OK, calm down. Just refuse to open the CD drive. Wait, does she... NO! NOT A PAPER CLIP!!!

*Abnormal program termination. Log saved automatically*