Monitor Splorfle.
My monitor (the crt I bought back in 2000 when I put together my first real box) has been acting up lately. It wobbles enough now that you can't look at it for more than half an hour without getting a headache, which basically means that it's time for the thing to meet its maker. Mom is in from Maryland right now, and she brought down another crt for me to use (one that my brother bought for his computer about four years ago, but never really used - he replaced it almost immediately with a flat panel). Might I just say that I really adore this newish monitor? It's two inches larger than my old monitor, and it's a real, honkin' beastie. But that's okay because now I can look at the monitor long enough to get actual work done. And that is pretty damn awesome.
Also, Dalek is sleeping in the bed with my mother. I was shocked and amazed by this. Seriously, since when does that cat like anyone other than Steve?
Also, Dalek is sleeping in the bed with my mother. I was shocked and amazed by this. Seriously, since when does that cat like anyone other than Steve?