I need to seriously make a commitment to myself to get a new computer every four years. The situation I am in now is near dire. This whole day has been vastly inconveniencing merely because I do not have a computer. I hate chopping myself down for something I cannot do anything about, but I have to make getting a new computer my new priority. I just, havenapos;t, because I thought I could make do with an old piece of crap that Iapos;d strung together after five years of things breaking. It was a piece of shit, when it came from IBM, and the additional RAM didnapos;t improve upon it, when it came as part of a case settlement. I didnapos;t get anything for free; it was mine to begin with, they just thought theyapos;d steal it and that I wouldnapos;t notice. Anyways I resolve to buy a new computer every four years, or at least get all new parts, instead of combining bits of crap together piecemeal to have a crappier time. The computer I am using to type this up on is about ten years old. A deeply, deeply disturbing admission. I mean, Iapos;m a software engineer, and I am using crap. This is inappropriate, fiercely insupportable, but very inappropriate to me. There is no excuse for this silliness. I would have never let any of my customers at PC Club attempt to reuse arcane parts, because they can afford better. But I deserve better.
This is all my momapos;s fault. She is the one who indoctrinated me to the concept of reuse crap until it doesnapos;t work anymore. I remember one time, when I had a really, truly shitty laptop that her boyfriend let me borrow. It was a decade-old piece of crap that took twenty minutes to boot up, and whenever one used it, the video was likely to be entirely black off and on. Using it was far more frustrating than not having a computer at all. Anyways, I took it on the train with me, and accidentally (or through a deliberate act of my subconscious), either I forgot to bring it, and lost it, or someone stole the laptop. Afterward my mother was incensed with me for three weeks. But I was rather rejoicing that someone had stolen the laptop. It was so terrible a machine to use, I was happy to be free of it, or to have some excuse to be free of it. But in my motherapos;s eyes it was still a useful laptop that *she* could make industry out of in her business. I told her several times that it was so slow it would only be a hindrance to her, but she wouldnapos;t have any of it. A computer is a computer insofar as my mother is concerned. ::groan::
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