The laptop is broken. Busted. Ruined. Kaput. It is a lie to say I didn’t have a hand in this, as I did, and probably more than one. You see I like a clean work space but also prefer to work on the bed, where I can prop myself up on plush pillows, just as a Jersey debutante should be. So while in my Dallas hotel room, I arranged glassware and TV remote and curtains just so before sitting down to begin my day. And when I excitedly pulled back the comforter on the queen bed, I caught the laptop cord on its edge. Laptop, meet floor.
I am none too pleased by this development, given that now I’ll have to use the money intended for Greek pool boys to purchase a new piece of machinery. I’ll be going with something similar to the laptop I had before, only maybe I’ll pick one a fun color, even though women in their 30s probably shouldn’t have chartreuse electronics if they’re interested in being taken seriously. I won’t be biting from the Apple, so those from the Cult of Mac should refrain from hate mail with lots of exclamations outlining how life won’t be complete without the newest Air. Steve Jobs doesn’t call after a night of entwined nakedness? See if I support his little venture.
It’s not completely clear what will happen to my defunct little one, but it’s likely that it will end up in the graveyard of machines I keep in various places around the apartment. Maybe it will become friends with my 1993 contraption that answered to the name HAL. Or my 1998 HP PC, the one with a monitor larger than my dining room table. Or even my first laptop, a 2003 Toshiba that sits in a desk drawer next to a 10-pound bag of potting soil. I’m not sure what I’m saving them all for, but it is kind of creepy, in a way. Although they do seem to preserve much better than my departed pets have.
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Oh no! Good luck with the laptop search. Go with the chartreuse, be bold!
How did you fit a 10 lb bag of potting soil in your desk drawer?
Some people keep the ashes of their deceased pets (or, in the case of my husband, his deceased mother) in their desks - you keep broken computers. To each her own, I guess.
I have a TV and DVD player in the trunk of my car. I’ve been driving them around for months. They don’t work, they’re heavy, and the take up a lot of space, but I can’t seem to get rid of them.
What’s wrong with chartreuse electronics for women in their thirties?!? My cell phone is bright green - not quite chartreuse - and I am highly considering a shocking fushia laptop. I think it’s *fun*. :-)
You keep potting soil in a desk drawer?
Well, when I kept it in the tub, it kept getting wet. Made showering difficult.
Knocked on to the floor? I thought it surely would have involved wine!
Sucks. I vote yes on the chartreuse.
Um, if you would have had a Mac, the magnetic power cord connector thingie would have popped right out when you snagged it on the comforter, and your laptop would be safe and sound.
Kidding! Only kidding.
I won’t push a Mac because one has to be foremost true to self. And I dunno… chartreuse? You strike me more as a merlot kinda girl ;o)
I had a Mac once and I HATED it. It failed constantly.
(I hope talking smack about the Apple is okay).
My husband has a closet full of scary, old computers and parts… and I think HAL lives in there just biding his time…
I love it. I thought I was the only one (well, besides Kimmer’s hubby, but I’ve met him, and truly… it’s not surprising) who had a computer graveyard in her home.
Although I also have the ashes of a dead pet AND a dead husband in my house, so I’m not sure what all this really says about me, other than FREAK!!!!
My previous laptop, Baxter, is lodged haphazzardly into a file box next to my desk. I consider him a warning to Dexter, the current laptop; sic gloria transit laptop.
I would pass on the lavendar laptop and go right to the leopard skin covered one.
Oh, and surprisingly, Greek pool boys are very affordable. Who knew?
You said pot. Hee.
See, I got tired of paying for the G.P.B, and instead decided that it was much easier to just store spare boyfriends in the closet and chuck the old electronic equipement. My father always told me a girl had to have her priorities in order, and Boy-on-Demand seemed far more prudent than old electronics. ;-)
Stop bad-mouthing Steve Jobs. If it wasn’t for the iPod I would have to listen to all the morons on the Metro. And I have a PC.
I’m laptop shopping right now and it appears that Dell has a recycling option where if you send them your old computer, they plant a tree and save the earth or something. Or maybe they just plant your laptop.
I say go for bold and bright and something with a warranty.
Hey, that Toshiba laptop from the nineties…did it have a reddish orange font color? My dad sent me to school with this 20lb laptop that had neon writing on the screen. That sucker (luckily - for my eyes) died two months later. I renamed it the doorstop.
Good luck with your new purchase. And fuck yeah to the sassy color!!!
Yeah, Macs have some nice features, but they’re not worth the difference in price. (And I’m a graphic designer, so hold your hate mail, people.)
The teensy little Air number looks fun, but it also looks awfully fragile.
My BFF just got a new Toshiba laptop, some sort of “Special Edition” type thing, and oh my! that thing is downright shexy.
You get whatever the hell color you want, girlfriend. Just wait until you’re in your fifties — you will not give a rat’s ass what anyone thinks!
Thanks for making me feel sane. I thought I was the only one who kept dufunct laptops around………for God only knows what reason.
dufunct….lol……I like it!