You’d think I’d be hip to your scheme by now but no. You’ve scorned me in the past, yet I always come back to you. You’ve brought my kickass home-built PC to its knees before, yet I give you another chance, time and time again. You’ve lured me in with the Raven skin designed by Lou Reed (complete with Lou telling me the time every hour, and random suggestions like “take the subway, take the subway, don’t get mugged…”) It’s like having my own little psychotic pet bird on my monitor.
You even used my love of animals to lure me, Winamp. How low will you stoop? Nevermore.
You woo me with your dulcet tones, playing my music smoothly and flawlessly, making my quality speakers live up to their potential. All is well in the world. I have music. I have a cool way to play my music–ok, so Lou interrupts every hour and I lose my playlist because he wants to tell me what to do every hour, but I can toggle that clock feature off. Not a big problem. The problem, Winamp, is YOU.
You, arbitrarily, determine that Now Is Not The Time to Play Music.
Do you decide this when I’m not doing anything of import? When I am simply using my computer as a stereo? Of course not. No, no that would be too kind for your black, cursed soul, Winamp.
You wait until I am in the middle of writing something that, to me, was Very Important, when I had been struck with a creative genius the likes of which this century will likely never see (if the century is lucky) which made the words and phrases tumble forth with such force and fortitude that it made it impossible for me to stem the torrent long enough… to hit Save.
That is when you decide it is Not Time To Listen to Music. How do you altert me as to this decision? You darken my display, forcing me to reboot. Which causes my words to disappear into the aether, never to be seen again. (Yeah I know. “Save early, save often”. Fuck you. I was busy whining about Winamp.)
They say Jesus saves, but only Buddha makes incremental backups. I hope you come back as a third rate Microsoft product, always to be scorned like that Other Media Player™ that no one uses.
Fuck you, Winamp. And your cool skins, too.