I type this now on a display that is only dimly lit. I turned it on at 10:00 and with any luck it’ll be fully lit by 11:30 or so. My trusty old Samsung display is suffering. It’s a slow death which grips her. The tubes which offer light to guide pictures of cats with captions are slowly dying out. I no can haz comfort right now.

But you will not go gentle into that good night. You will not be put down as we would an ailing pet. You will have a warriors death. A death on the battle field doing your duty until your duty rends you in twain that is the end I would wish for you. And together we will meet such an end! My noble widescreen display you have served me well these past 4 years. You’ve given light to the most wonderful and most horrible parts of the internet. Everything from cats to singing fat men to guys getting fucked to death by horses. We’re not done yet. There is still much to see. You and I will continue to view the horrid spectacles of the world. We’ll continue to make websites with the grace of a Stephen Hawking ballet dancer. We’ll continue to use pictures of boobs to fill the empty void in my heart in the next 10 minutes.

So rage, dear Samsung display. Rage against the dying of your light.