Tonight our prehistoric, molasses-slow computer got replaced with a new, lovely laptop and monitor from Dell. We've been waiting for it for seven weeks. (Note to self: Never order your new computer when every teenager on the planet is ordering theirs. The back-to-school rush for laptops made for an insane wait.) In my excitement to remove The Largest Monitor In The Universe from my desk top, I forgot to take a picture of it. Suffice to say it died, tragically, and now rests peacefully in the bottom of the closet. Where it will remain until Russ straps on his weight-lifting belt to prevent hernias and removes it from the premises.
My best bud, Mark, a.k.a. Mr. Computer, graciously came over to handle setting everything up for us.
It was quite the process. Fortunately, Mark is almost as anal as I am about Unruly Cables and came prepared with a seven-port USB hub and lots 'o Twist-ties, ready to wrangle the little buggars into tidy submission.
He had an assistant (who seems to have lost her pants), right there at his beckon call. Anxious to shine her handy-dandy flashlight in his eyes and fall out giggling. Which helped immensely, of course...
Finally after hours of downloading software, transferring files, and setting everything up JUST SO, we were All Systems Go. Everything worked. Perfectly. Even the ever-persnickety Kodak Easyshare software. (Which ended up costing me a lunch in Bet Repayment. Let's just say I didn't have full confidence in Mr. Computer's restoration skills...and I was wrong. Lesson learned: Never bet against Mark in computer related matters or Trivial Pursuit.)
Yeah. He was pretty proud of himself.
As he should be.
Ahhhhhhhh. Ain't technology grand?? I have a laptop! YES!!
Of course, I can't use it at my parents house. But I can drive down their dirt road with it on my lap, where I'm prepared to sit in the Schultes' driveway and pirate their wireless internet connection.
Hee. I'm kidding. I think.