My computer my Chucky (or some other demon possesed normally inanimate object)

So here is my theory...my computer at work has sucked the soul of a modernist artists. Sucked it dry in fact. I mean I don't even get the blue screen of death any more... no my computer likes to opt for pastel strips. Bold pastel horizontal stripes in varying widths. Pinks and greys and oranges and browns. No blue. Just simply isn't good enough. It also is involved in this love hate relationship with itself because it like to put on this performance three sometimes four times a day. Not counting the regular suicidal break downs if has.
Sometimes I beat it
Other times I just hold the cpu and cry