I got a new computer this weekend - a Sony Vaio K45 laptop, in case you're interested. My old Sony laptop seemed to be dying. Every time I logged on it wanted to check my "C" drive for about 10 minutes. I'm not sure what it was checking for, but at one point it gave me a message to promptly remove any programs I had recently installed, and never be so rude as to add programs again, or something like that. Some times the computer just apologized, and shut itself down.
My husband had recently installed a program that allowed him to completely back up my hard drive. He said, "Wow, I backed up your hard drive just in time!" I said, "It was your stupid program that messed up my computer!" So he removed the program, and the computer was still pouting, and I decided to get a new one.
Once the new computer was out of the box, my husband turned on the old machine, and it seems to be working much better. It's not right, though. There is still the occasional blue screen of death, but it did allow me to download my files, including my outlook address book and other vital information, and transfer them to my new computer. My husband has this magic aura that makes computers behave better when he's around. He could make a living with it, I'm sure.
My new computer is beautiful It has 3 USB ports instead of only one, and it has a wide screen. I didn't think I'd care about the screen width, but it does make it easier to be in two programs at once and still see both of them.
I have finally transferred everything I wanted, installed a new Photoshop Elements program, registered on-line (just to be sure I get lots of junk mail), and sent in for my rebates. The salesman at MicroCenter was so proud of his rebates. He thinks I bought this model computer because he offered me good rebates. Actually, I bought this model because the USB ports were on the correct side to allow me to plug in my printer without rearranging my office. Men are so clueless sometimes about what women really want.
I finally finished printing out all my poetry collection. If the end of the world comes and the power goes out, I will still be able to read and enjoy my favorite poems.
Here is one that is not really related to anything, but I love it. Where else have you ever seen the word "alnage"?
E. A. Robinson
The Clerks
I did not think that I should find them there
When I came back again; but there they stood,
As in the days they dreamed of when young blood
Was in their cheeks and women called them fair.
Be sure they met me with an ancient air, --
And yes, there was a shop worn brotherhood
About them; but the men were just as good,
And just as human as they ever were.
And you that ache so much to be sublime,
And you that feed yourselves with your descent,
What comes of all your visions and your fears?
Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time,
Tiering the same dull webs of discontent,
Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.
