I bought the computer I'm writing this on back in 2002 when I came home from Cottey. At the time it was great. Not top-of-the-line but I didn't really cut any corners, either. It did what I needed it to do (surf web, write stories, play Zuma) and that's all I ever asked of it, and for a while everything was cool. But of course computers don't last forever and lately it's really started acting up. First it was the floppy drive randomly deciding to format disks instead of saving files to them, and then claiming there wasn't even a disc in the drive when there _was_, while I was living in Kansas City in 2004. Then a year or two ago suddenly I couldn't watch DVD's on it anymore because it wouldn't recognize that there was a disk there. I've picked up viruses over the years and despite having them (supposedly) purged a few times now, even afterwards the computer still wasn't what it used to be. Also it's just plain slow, and I don't dare turn it off now for fear it won't turn on again - I get a "hard disk failure is imminent" warning on my boot-up page on the rare occasions when I do have to shut down/restart). I cannot upload pictures to Photobucket or Flickr (to save them from the imminent meltdown) or update my antivirus software to find the problem. I get random "error reporting unable to connect to the server" notifications even though - to my knowledge - there was no error to report. And above all it no longer meets the minimum specs to play WoW (oh noes!). My RAM is measured in MB's here, dudes: it's a wonder it ever ran anything. I have a micro card in my _phone_ that's no bigger than the tip of my pinky finger and is 4
GB. Crazy.
So last month we ordered me up a new computer, and it came on Tuesday. It's beautiful and sleek and _light_ (I could pick up the box with one hand!). And despite the anticipation for two weeks and the excitement when it finally arrived, for some reason I'm absolutely terrified to set it up.
I don't know why, this is weird. Maybe part of it is the amount of work involved in moving everything over (files which, btw, could very well be infected with greeblies my antivirus could not be updated to catch). Maybe it's the process of learning a new OS, though I hear the learning curve for Windows 7 isn't too bad coming from XP. Maybe after reading about
cleolinda's Compocalypse for the last four months I'm paranoid to plug it in and discover that it doesn't work. Actually, it was reading her computer woes that really kicked my butt into gear about replacing this one _before_ it utterly bites the dust, so I at least have something to fall back on if the new one doesn't work for some reason.
I've decided to keep this one, even if the new one does prove to work perfectly. Just strip this down, really scrub it out, unplug it from the internet and basically it will be a game computer for Morgan ('cause like hell she's ever going to touch my new one). There's not much she could do to hurt it more than it already is. Oh, and in all of this, after seven years I've finally named this old dinosaur. Pooh. A bear of very little brain, get it? Also it's short and kind of fat compared to the svelte new one I'm too intimidated to meet and learn its name.