Laptop, among other things.
I called my laptop Batman when I got the chance to name it on setup, because I'm a huge nerd. Because I'm an even huger nerd I also have Batman wallpaper. My old laptop was called Superman, but it now dead. Maybe the name of a different, more awesome superhero can save this one from Superman's fate? Only time will tell.
So basically what I love about my computer (chiefly) is the dual core processor, widescreen format (I didn't even know about this part! Pleasant surprise!) and hence the bitchin' resolution that makes my graphic design life much easier. Or rather, will, as soon as I get some good ol' pirate software and a copy of Photoshop. I look forward to taking this baby on the road, by which I mean over to my couch, and finding out whether or not my wireless is better. Probably not, but one can hope.
Been seeing a LOT of Zach lately. And it's definitely a good thing. I bothered to strikethrough his name even though he'll never read this, because he likes that. That is how crazy about him I am. He's sort of clumsily attempting using the L word, by not actually using the L word but implying strongly, whereas I prefer to just constantly grin like a fucking idiot on account of my ridiculous happiness levels and hope there's some sort of communication going on. Good times. This morning on the way to work (for me) and home (for him) he was saying how if he went to Grant MacEwan next September and got a job downtown he would probably live downtown. Pause. And he would not like to live alone. Fake Sad Face.
He's subtle like a bulldozer, eh? I don't even mind, I'm keeping this one forever. I know like you know about a good melon.
So basically what I love about my computer (chiefly) is the dual core processor, widescreen format (I didn't even know about this part! Pleasant surprise!) and hence the bitchin' resolution that makes my graphic design life much easier. Or rather, will, as soon as I get some good ol' pirate software and a copy of Photoshop. I look forward to taking this baby on the road, by which I mean over to my couch, and finding out whether or not my wireless is better. Probably not, but one can hope.
Been seeing a LOT of Zach lately. And it's definitely a good thing. I bothered to strikethrough his name even though he'll never read this, because he likes that. That is how crazy about him I am. He's sort of clumsily attempting using the L word, by not actually using the L word but implying strongly, whereas I prefer to just constantly grin like a fucking idiot on account of my ridiculous happiness levels and hope there's some sort of communication going on. Good times. This morning on the way to work (for me) and home (for him) he was saying how if he went to Grant MacEwan next September and got a job downtown he would probably live downtown. Pause. And he would not like to live alone. Fake Sad Face.
He's subtle like a bulldozer, eh? I don't even mind, I'm keeping this one forever. I know like you know about a good melon.