announcement
'"the day is mine, the day is mine, glory in the morning, the day is mine"
it took:
four months,
one week,
two days,
and a slightly overheated postal worker who left it propped up against my garage door,
but my laptop finally has a REAL, FLESH-AND-BLOOD, FULLY FUNCTIONING AND CONSENTING HARD DRIVE.
yay. my baby.
i know it has got microchips and circuitry and wires and assorted doodads that prove it's nothing but glorified toaster parts slung together -- and thus has neither flesh nor blood, and cannot be my child -- but i've been waiting and brooding and niggling for this thing for four moons. that is the gestation period of a giant armadillo.
(fun wikipedia factoid: armadillos are recorded to be the animal with the most dreams in sleep. what do armadillos dream about, i wonder. and why do they dream about it so much. they can't have the public-humiliation-due-to-random-nudity dream because their life is 100% nudity. and if all they do is amble down highways in west texas until they are stopped and made into roadkill, as evidenced by the long stretch of highway to dallas, and their dreams reflect their everyday experience, then maybe their dreams would look a lot like old-school black-and-white westerns, with the cactus and the dusty wind blowing the tumbleweeds around. well, depending if they can see in color or not. which i somehow doubt. . . . )
anyway. if armadillos had my dreams, they would dream of a shining new hard drive with which to foment rebellions. and now i can because little laptop is once again among the living. : )
on the other hand, there is a little red light flashing above the keyboard that is mildly troublesome.
it took:
four months,
one week,
two days,
and a slightly overheated postal worker who left it propped up against my garage door,
but my laptop finally has a REAL, FLESH-AND-BLOOD, FULLY FUNCTIONING AND CONSENTING HARD DRIVE.
yay. my baby.
i know it has got microchips and circuitry and wires and assorted doodads that prove it's nothing but glorified toaster parts slung together -- and thus has neither flesh nor blood, and cannot be my child -- but i've been waiting and brooding and niggling for this thing for four moons. that is the gestation period of a giant armadillo.
(fun wikipedia factoid: armadillos are recorded to be the animal with the most dreams in sleep. what do armadillos dream about, i wonder. and why do they dream about it so much. they can't have the public-humiliation-due-to-random-nudity dream because their life is 100% nudity. and if all they do is amble down highways in west texas until they are stopped and made into roadkill, as evidenced by the long stretch of highway to dallas, and their dreams reflect their everyday experience, then maybe their dreams would look a lot like old-school black-and-white westerns, with the cactus and the dusty wind blowing the tumbleweeds around. well, depending if they can see in color or not. which i somehow doubt. . . . )
anyway. if armadillos had my dreams, they would dream of a shining new hard drive with which to foment rebellions. and now i can because little laptop is once again among the living. : )
on the other hand, there is a little red light flashing above the keyboard that is mildly troublesome.