Almost easy…

It appears the Twitter widget in the sidebar has stopped working. WTF, Twitter?

W. T. F?

Also, the text on my website seems to be displaying differently on this computer. Either that or I’m just crazy. Or both.

I usually skim the spam comments before I mass-delete them. The filter has never caught a legitimate comment, but sometimes the spam is almost coherent and occasionally amusing. In the last batch someone begged me to update more because they can’t get enough. And another had a website about Male Chastity. Which is an oxymoron isn’t it? Also that one amused me far more than it should have simply because of a current writing thing rolling around in my head. It’s like they know me.

Anyway.

We went to Microcenter on Sunday afternoon and (much to my great surprise, honestly) found a replacement laptop for my dead machine. We also picked up a few other computer-related items, as we usually do when we venture to Microcenter. It’s not exactly a convenient store to shop at down in St. Louis Park—and also we drive right past the Toxic Shit Hole to get there. (I can see the building from Hwy 100 and that’s too close for comfort.)

I was wholly uninterested in shopping for a new computer, I just wanted a functional machine to appear on my desk and be done with it. Who doesn’t get excited about getting a new computer? People with brain defects, that’s who.

Oh wait…

*ahem*

It’s a Dell. It has a gaming-grade graphics card and a major processor upgrade from my old machine. The speakers have good sound (unlike the tinny crap of my HP) and it has a subwoofer. Because that’s useful in a laptop, you know. My HP had one too, but it made no difference in the crappy sound. I think I’ve actually noticed bass from the new one. It has a 750GB hard drive and a slot for a second hard drive. Bob took the memory (that we’d upgraded within the last year) out of my old HP and put it in the new machine for an instant upgrade. And because my hard drive from my HP is perfectly fine, he put that into the second drive slot. So I have an additional 500GB drive that I’ll probably end up using as a backup drive. Once I get every thing I need transferred off of it, that is.

We were able to put the old HD in the temporary replacement laptop and boot into Windows so we could deactivate and uninstall some crucial programs. There were error messages freaking out about being in a different machine but we were successfully able to deactivate Creative Suite so I didn’t lose a $1200 set of programs.

We ran into some big errors (thanks to the temporary replacement crashing at a bad time) so Bob had to do some repair work. I’ve installed most of my programs and got most of my settings the way I want them. There are a few program-related (game related) files that need to be tracked down still, but things are almost how they should be.

Most importantly my writing files and my iTunes library are fully intact.

The more I use the new computer, the more it grows on me.

This is F.I.L.S.S. (Or technically FILSS because Windows won’t allow periods in the name.) (It’s pronounced Phyllis)

She will get along fine with Lopez the Heavy Printer.

She has a back-lit keyboard.

Which we didn’t actually know about until we got it out of the box at home. The display model in the store didn’t have a power cord and we couldn’t explore the machine onsite. The lights are pretty. Especially sitting in the dark in the middle of the night. Even if I do use a separate keyboard when I’m sitting at my desk.

We considered naming the new machine Sheila but that’s the name of the GPS. And then we thought of Simmons 2.0, but since Windows won’t allow periods, that one just wouldn’t look right.

I was really tempted to name my new computer Joel. Because then every time something goes wrong I have cause to cuss, “Goddammit, Joel.”

But then Bob brought up a good point: If the computer’s name was Joel, it would probably just implode on itself.

Also, I think my car is better suited for the name Joel, because seriously.

It should surprise no one at this point in the game that my life is one perpetual Red Vs Blue and/or Rooster Teeth reference.

Almost Easy
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