There was a movie, based on a Stephen King book I’m pretty sure, and in it the machines all came alive and began attacking the humans. Can’t remember the name and I’m too damn lazy to go to imdb.com
The point is that my machines are now attacking me. Last month my mobile phone clapped out with no warning, so I got a replacement from the network, and within an hour of getting it back and powering it on, it clapped out. So I’m waiting on another replacement. Then on Thursday, the head gasket on my car went. I think you need a bit of background on this. Basically I had a Land Rover Freelander until Friday. I loved that car. When I bought it, I wanted a car that I didn’t give a damn about, one that I could throw stuff in like my dogs and my training stuff. Then because I could throw stuff in it, and basically not care about it, I fell in love with it. Then on Thursday, it all ended. The head gasket blew and the thing isn’t worth enough to get fixed. So I said goodbye to her. I didn’t cry, she wouldn’t have wanted it that way. But I’m sad to see her go.
I’m sick of buying stuff that doesn’t work.