I
freaked myself out today.
Standing waiting for a
CD label to print in a room full of
noisey churning laserbased paper markers, I saw a
lonely message.
M_INK LOW
blink
READY.
Little black letters on the controls for the
HP printer beside mine.
M_INK LOW
blink
READY.
I felt sorry for the little printer. His
Magenta ink was low, and nobody would help him. I felt genuinely sad.
M_INK LOW
blink
READY.
Thinking, standing waiting for the job I started to finish, I started to feel respect for the little printer. His
M_INK was low, but dammit!, he was still ready to
print. I swelled with
pride.
M_INK LOW
blink
READY.
Thinking more, and feeling a little disturbed, I began to hate the printer. I am
READY, but my ink is low. Constant complaining.
its low, its low, its low.
M_INK LOW
blink
READY.
This is where I freaked out. Why was I standing looking at this display? My printjob was finished, and yet still I remained, mesmerised by the cold perfection of the black block letters.
I need to get out of here for a while.