Ugh.

This is irritating me. Just putting me off. Don't like it. Fume, fume, fume. Ugh. They make technology. Then the glitches sort of make themselves. And then they peacefully coexist under coercion, because those who made the technology didn't make the glitches, and so don't know how to fix them. Ineptitude. And Murphy's Law. And all the other forces in the world, born at the void while God was wondering. How to create irritants. He didn't have to. They came by themselves. Sauntered right in, and diffused into everything. Of course, human stupidity had to wait for Adam to come along. But everything got right into it, and they're still on the case.So it was with homosapiens, so it was with Cleopatra, with Saint Peter (if he'd only been a bit more thorough, we wouldn't have to put up with all these 'ground-breaking' conspiracy theories), with Napoleon, Hitler, the British colonial Empire, and with George W. Bush.And so Osama thrives, and conspiracy theories thrive, and corrupt governments thrive, and so does the dream of the Supercomputer. The dream of the machine without glitches. Or errors. Or mistakes. or 'Page Not Found's. Or any such thing to cause a tamasha and leave you with a grinning technician with tight pants and a bright pink slip with 'To be Paid by the 14th' on it.
Damn.
Ugh.
Life.