In With the New
I’ve never been one for change, I realise that things must, but sometimes I’d rather they didn’t. Sometimes though, you’ve got to. So, when my PC gave up on me on Wednesday night for the umpteenth time I decided that it was time for a change. After having a look at some PCs during lunch the next day we went down to PC World with the intention of taking a look at what was on offer - which of course meant we went home with a brand new PC.
Now, don’t get me wrong. It’s a lovely piece of kit. It’s super speedy and the memory on it is more than all of my previous computers combined - even if you probably multiply that amount by 10. It’s a flat screen and DVD rewriter and there’s so many card readers it can most definitely cope with the array of media that I have. As it’s Vista I’m probably gonna have to buy the latest versions of all the programmes I have, but I’ve just ordered Office for the bargain price of £12.95 because of a deal through work and I’m so used to having to reinstall things I know what’s absolutely necessary and everything else will get added if and when I need it. However, there is a sense of loss about it.
This is my 4th PC. My first bought when I was doing my A-levels, the next one when I was doing my degree, and the last one when I was halfway through my final year and there was no way I was going to be able to write my dissertation without it - since it was all about being online, the irony. I suppose that’s why there’s a sentimental attachment to it. Despite its temperamental nature, that PC saw me through a lot. Not just my degree, I wrote my first screenplay on it too - well, the first one I ever let anyone read at least. So many other words. Some of them meaning nothing at all, and others meaning too much.
It’s not only the words. There have been many conversations taken place on that screen, so many laughs - the one and only airing of the Lani and Gem show so many years ago, when friendships that don’t even exist now were just starting. And other people that have come to mean so much, so much was learnt about them between the four walls of that screen. True, those walls also saw the arguments. Mean words thrown knowing their affect. Those walls bearing witness to the best and the worst of me.
This brand spanking new piece of hardware now my instrument, I wonder how well it will fair with the passage of time. The keyboard's configured a little differently, that will take a little getting used to. The screen wider than I'm accustomed to, even if I have dual screens at the job. I resisted spending twice as much and getting the touchscreen PC, tempting though it was, there are other things my limited funds are earmarked for.
This new toy of mine has a lot to live up to compared to its predecessor, and still has to contend with my trusted Vaio - though it's lack of internet connectivity renders it as something lovely to look at rather than something I put to use. No, perhaps this is the start of a new adventure. What happened once no longer lurking in some file I forgot existed. New words and new thoughts deserve to be recorded on something new. Clean slate. Change is coming, here's as good a place to start as any.
Now, don’t get me wrong. It’s a lovely piece of kit. It’s super speedy and the memory on it is more than all of my previous computers combined - even if you probably multiply that amount by 10. It’s a flat screen and DVD rewriter and there’s so many card readers it can most definitely cope with the array of media that I have. As it’s Vista I’m probably gonna have to buy the latest versions of all the programmes I have, but I’ve just ordered Office for the bargain price of £12.95 because of a deal through work and I’m so used to having to reinstall things I know what’s absolutely necessary and everything else will get added if and when I need it. However, there is a sense of loss about it.
This is my 4th PC. My first bought when I was doing my A-levels, the next one when I was doing my degree, and the last one when I was halfway through my final year and there was no way I was going to be able to write my dissertation without it - since it was all about being online, the irony. I suppose that’s why there’s a sentimental attachment to it. Despite its temperamental nature, that PC saw me through a lot. Not just my degree, I wrote my first screenplay on it too - well, the first one I ever let anyone read at least. So many other words. Some of them meaning nothing at all, and others meaning too much.
It’s not only the words. There have been many conversations taken place on that screen, so many laughs - the one and only airing of the Lani and Gem show so many years ago, when friendships that don’t even exist now were just starting. And other people that have come to mean so much, so much was learnt about them between the four walls of that screen. True, those walls also saw the arguments. Mean words thrown knowing their affect. Those walls bearing witness to the best and the worst of me.
This brand spanking new piece of hardware now my instrument, I wonder how well it will fair with the passage of time. The keyboard's configured a little differently, that will take a little getting used to. The screen wider than I'm accustomed to, even if I have dual screens at the job. I resisted spending twice as much and getting the touchscreen PC, tempting though it was, there are other things my limited funds are earmarked for.
This new toy of mine has a lot to live up to compared to its predecessor, and still has to contend with my trusted Vaio - though it's lack of internet connectivity renders it as something lovely to look at rather than something I put to use. No, perhaps this is the start of a new adventure. What happened once no longer lurking in some file I forgot existed. New words and new thoughts deserve to be recorded on something new. Clean slate. Change is coming, here's as good a place to start as any.