Your wish is granted. It is kept alive and continually fed by visitors to this site, so much so that it grows into an entity of its own that begins to devour all other resources on the web. Blogs by the hundreds are devoured daily. Eventually all digital resources are consumed and the entire population of the world must reimpliment the Lottery to feed it daily victims to prevent it going on a berserk rage and wiping out the world.
I wish I could think code (and my college papers) onto the screen without needing to type.
Granted! You lose your mental block and the devs at Blizzard gain it. Path 1.7 is delayed inevitably and you end up crusading to get it released. It never does and you are left bemoaning your perpetually unreleased but complete and absolutely smashing ItemCompare.
Granted! You now sing just like her. You also develop an obsession with Russel Crowe and everything related to the Gladiator movie. You will only ever dress in the garb of a Roman legionaire anywhere you go and you demand your friends call you Maximus.
Done! Time has changed so that your mother never erased them. This starts a chain reaction that ripples through time and leads to the destruction of all electronic devices and you now have nothing to play your tapes with!