This isn’t bad and its not a BSOD rant. Only, well — I guess it is in a matter of speaking. Perhaps not quite an instance of atemporality but there was a bit of a dizzy feeling I got when this crap computer I use every so often told me to call my hardware vendor. Who the heck is that, to start with?
I enjoy these little moments like this. Desperation and the logic chips equivalent of doing a half-hearted shrug, trying to keep on a confident upper lip and then telling me to make a telephone call. Without a number. And to someone that definitely does not exist at all. Maybe they did back in the day, but now? Really? I wonder what they would say. Is it some old pensioner at one of those patch bay phone banks? That would seem consistent with the spirit of this.
Why do I blog this? Working around moments and instances of peculiar behaviors from our logic chip cousins. This might be a moment of atemporality, only not yet. If this showed up on a Netbook in 5 years it might seem positively baffling, I might suspect.
For some reason I’m reminded of those stickers that are on the photocopier, the garage door control, the water heater, etc. with the name and contact info of the last repair person who serviced it. The information you need (who to call!) is right where you might start to look. Sure, the water heater is not the water faucet, but presumably your mental model sends you to the right point of failure where the sticker does its job.
Yep, peculiar anachronisms that still live within the bottom strata of life’s application layers….