My laptop is busted. The two-year-old hard drive failed, probably in protest for having to dogfood pre-release Vista in 2006. The old girl served me well since way back in... early 2004? Can that be right? I think it is... I'm pretty sure I constructed this blog on that laptop.
I don't mind telling you that this has made me, ostensibly a supposed "computer scientist," somewhat cranky. I no longer have my own laptop to open and search for websites, and I have to use Kimberly's iSomething instead. Excuse me, "MacBook." Don't tell Ballmer.
Meanwhile, the Dell laptop I just ordered apparently won't be ready for about three weeks. Three weeks! What am I, some kind of caveman? How am I supposed to deal with this injustice? Plus, I attended Microsoft's Techfest today, which is our Research & Development department's yearly show and tell, and all the cool projects they show off made me jealous. I want a Surface computer in my living room! And a World Wide Telescope!
OK, so even if those things were on the market I couldn't afford them. I'm having enough trouble deciding whether to send the busted hard drive in for a $400 data recovery job... do I spend the money, or spend all summer trying to re-rip my CDs? Not to mention the cost of buying a brand new laptop. Blehhh.
OK, it will be all right. At least I have Alex, and he, in turn, enjoys my cow noises.
Buck up: the laptop I got Julia for her birthday arrives tomorrow, well ahead of schedule. Mayhap yours will as well.