My computer hates me

It knows. It knows what's going to happen and it's plotting against me. It knows that it is soon to be replaced by a bigger, better, faster, newer computer. It knows that its days of tyranny -- deciding which games it will run and whether or not it will deign to boot up -- are about to end. It knows that it is about to be dethroned, cannabalized, and exiled to a vast desolate part of the planet I call "my closet."

Alas, I know this accursed beast will have the final word, the last laugh, and will probably eat the last cookie in the cookie jar bowl of ice cream!

Evil machine, I say to thee..."Sic Semper Tyrannis"!