The part of me that is a former graphic designer

The part of me that is a former graphic designer is intrigued and appalled by this technology.

The crayon sharpener in the box of crayola crayons. Just thinking about it makes me shudder. As a former graphic designer, it appalls me to think crayons and sharpeners could be so

popular at MetaDesign. The presentations at the meetings were so amateurish, I swear some of the "Deesigners" were letting their kids scribble on a pad of paper. "Brut-design"

.... I didn't know that Dr. Spock's child-rearing guide was so Draconian. So, I decided to raise my baby by the Mr. Spock method. She learned the nerve pinch at two. Mind-melding

followed at three years of age, and on her fourth birthday she mastered the Vulcan salute. I won't deny my pride that her first words were "Live long and prosper", although she

was getting a bit obsessed with Star Trek. I didn't want her falling in with the wrong sort of crowd, but how could she keep her interests in math and science without being a nerd?

She couldn't, so I had to kill her. I pointed my trusty magnum at her. She thought we were playing Klingons and Vulcans. "Phaser set to kill? How illogical." were her last words.

To me that is. She didn't deserve this. She was one of the rare girls who was both pretty and could speak Klingon. I instead aimed the magnum at myself and fired. I died. She

burst out in fits of hysterical shouting over my dying body. The irony was, it was in a Klingon dialect that I couldn't understand, and as my life slowly ebbed from my body, all I