Death of a Hard Drive Today I have had to eat: one glass milk, one small package Hostess Donettes (glazed). I believe I shall have a real dinner soon. Notice to people crossing the street in front of my car. Please follow the bullet points below to avoid your death. Do not wave lamely while you step in front of me as I travel at 50 mph down Olympic Boulevard. I do not acknowledge your wave. I kill you in the head. Do not either trot across at barely over walking speed in front of me, in a corpulent and slack imitation of "running". I do not acknowledge your symbolic hurrying that is not hurrying. I kill you in the head. Furthermore, do not do that exaggerated "girl running" thing that makes women or men look like a hilarious parody of a drag queen. It amuses me not, and it is not hurrying either. I kill you in the head. Do not attempt to use your baby carriage as a shield. The innocent will die with the guilty. See Laurie Anderson's bit about french traffic and babies for full explanation.