(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. 

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