A Nerd Reviews

I wish that I had a computer in my shower. Inside the shower every idea I come up with, be it poetic, naughty and romantic or just naughty, seems like the most delicious and original idea that I have ever intended on typing. I have tried to come back into my room, sit in front of the computer and write, but drying becomes a prerogative and by the time I get around to turning on the bloody machine, I have either forgotten what it was I wanted to write, or realized that it was an unrealistic piece of garbage. However, under the pounding streams of steamy liquid, the muse-like patter of the droplets hitting my body inspires tales of a naked young woman’s outdoor bath interrupted by a tall, muscular, tan god. He leans against a nearby tree and, ignoring that fact that she is naked, makes a comment about the hazards surrounding a white woman living alone in the wilderness, because this is the 18^{th century and though she has survived to the age of twenty-two in the wilderness, by herself, she is still helpless and weak, and the young Native American man is big and strong, and this is deep and edgy, and cliché be damned, it is a work of brilliance.And this is why hardware should never be waterproof.}