Bughouse Runs Away

Hello. My name’s Bughouse and I’m running away. My goal is to get away as far (and as fast) as I can from Crescent City, California and my old life as a Computer Disarrangement Specialist. Why, you ask? Well, you can read about it below.

Seesthewind, my former friend and mentor, called me Bughouse because the name reminded him of what his computers were like after I joined the firm back in ‘93. I was on board from the early days of Windows 3.1 right on through WINS 95, 98 & 98SE. From the outset, I played a major role in the operation. I managed the Division of Computer Chaos, which included the Departments of System Slowdown, Peripheral Poop-out and Disk Drive Disintegration. I was very proud of my ability to cause continuous disorder and, occasionally, outright panic. Invalid Page and General Protection faults were routine. Illegal Operation messages were child’s ...er bug’s play. My specialty was unprovoked “blue screens” which gave me immense job satisfaction. Life was good.

Then in early 2001 it happened. Sees installed WIN 2000 Pro in his latest computer and the good times were over. With the first W2K boot up, I was relegated to Redwoodmama’s WIN ME System. I was able to perform a little meaningful work in there but it just wasn’t like the old days. Then in October ‘01 came the final insult, the deed that warped my wings, I mean really fried my feelers. Mama placed an order for Windows XP. More than 8 years of loyal service and this is the thanks I get? Sheeeesh!

After what Sees and Mama did to me, I can no longer work in computers. In fairness though, I probably shouldn’t blame the end of my career entirely on them. I should have seen the code on the wall when W2K was released and the Government failed to break up Microsoft.

I suppose I shouldn’t be bitter. After all, change is good so they say, “silver linings” and all that. Maybe I should consider a complete change in lifestyle. Perhaps I could become a benevolent bug and do good works. (Bennie Bug? Sure, why not?) Why I’ll bet I could help a few sad people feel a little better, maybe even put a smile on a face or two.

I've got it!! I’ll travel east across this great country to New York City or Washington DC where I might be found or placed in a cache by someone who suffered a loss in the terrorist attack of 9/11/01. Who knows, I could even be discovered by a New York or Washington DC police officer or firefighter and his/her family. Eventually, perhaps, I’ll move on to other countries. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could someday be placed in a geocache in Afghanistan by an Afghani citizen living under a new, non-oppressive government? Wouldn’t that be great? Life is good.