(This is Part II of an earlier post about taking on technology one blog and bonbon at a time.)
I put on my black vinyl gloves, picked up the gun and took aim. When it was over there would be a terrible mess to clean up, but it was clear there was no other way. Still, I was afraid to squeeze the trigger, afraid that once I did I’d lose control completely and destroy everything in sight. I had become a casualty of my own reckless ambition, my own determination to master something I knew nothing about, something best left alone by us amateurs and pretenders. My mimicry was about to catch up to me, I knew, but now, the gun in my hand, the target readied, there was no other way. “This is it!” I announced, and squeezed the trigger.