Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Rube Goldberg Is Green With Envy

As I type this blog post, each press of a key sends an electrical signal surging along a cable that is linked to, by one detour or another, the central processing unit of the computer, which in turn communicates with the laptop's BIOS, which has a chat with the operating system, which passes word along to Firefox, who eventually turns to the text field on the page and says for it to display the goddamn characters, you lazy twat, or I'll strip you down to your component bits and scatter them in the raging inferno of the Internet, which will be the closest thing to death you will ever have the displeasure of experiencing.

The text field says okay, I heard you, jackass, and updates, and that update is caught on the next timed screen refresh an imperceptibly short amount of time later. An electrical charge is run through a handful of cells of liquid crystal, rendering them into black pixels that create a shape recognizable to the human eye.

The letter "A" appears on my screen.

Does that strike anyone else as completely batshit insane?

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"Inconceivable!"

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