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Monday, August 5, 2013

Oh, the places we've been!



This may be a first in computer history: a blog entry written by hand, using a pen. I don't recommend it; it's cumbersome and slow and when you're done you just have to type it in again. Plus, I'm not sure anything I wrote made any sense.

If the puff of blue smoke and whiff of brimstone hadn't convinced me, the Last Rites performed by the IT department proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that my laptop had suddenly morphed into a doorstop.

It’s possible that my computer expired rather than look at any more dresses on the Internet. However, I recently received a chunk of change in exchange for a painting. My dear Prius is eight years old and has been gunning for a spa day. It’s a very smart car, so I knew enough to walk to the bank to deposit the check. But it never dawned on me that my laptop might actually pay attention to what I enter into its spreadsheets.*

It is now time for that most painful of tasks: comparison shopping. There are a million ways to make a wrong choice in today’s marketplace. (Some people enjoy shopping. Imagine that.)

Should I get a tablet? I travel a lot; my luggage is always too big. My IT department immediately vetoed that. I can hardly argue since he programs on both platforms. "A tablet will never give you the power you need and the apps are still primitive in comparison," he said.

Former laptop, now doorstop or paperweight. Goodbye, Old Paint.

I purchased this laptop before the Great Crash of 2008. That's a good long life for a laptop, but my kids have had the same brand and their laptops both had catastrophic fails. So brand loyalty alone is no guide.

At this point, someone always suggests that I buy a Mac. Been there, done that. I don’t want to pay the premium for the hardware or buy new software. PC architecture allows my IT department to upgrade hardware every time I start whining. (He has to; he’s married to me.)

We keep a spare laptop for emergencies. I can type on an old version of Word but there’s no card reader and no way to access any of the 15,000 or so photos on my hard drive. "This is why I tell you to store your photos on the server," grumbled the IT department. Then he fished around and found me an old external card reader.

I always look for the silver lining. Perhaps my new computer will allow me to comment on my own blog, I mused. And I was chuffed to realize that my go-to guys for computer advice—besides the afore-mentioned IT department, of course—are my three daughters.

*I know inanimate objects watch carefully to see if you recently got paid, but how does my dentist know when I've suddenly come across a little gelt? He just told me I need a new crown.

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2 comments:

Carol Douglas said...

Looky here! I CAN comment on my own blog now. Perhaps that old laptop deserved to die...

Doug Perot said...

Funny detail: if you look closely at the picture of the old laptop bones on the table, you can see that it still has a few windows open on the desktop!