Lost another long blog entry thanks to my closing out the preview window thinking it would ONLY close out the preview window, and not the whole damned unsaved blog entry.
*drums fingertips on desk
No laptop, yet. I'm expecting the Asshole Technician to call anytime...
Yeppers...N E time...
*looks at watch
Is this page done loading, yet?
*chews on a pen cap
*spins around in chair for fun
*bats at little birdies and stars circling her head
So, lappy is in the shop, but I do have a laptop that I am borrowing from the folks. I'm going to give you the specs, but please TRY TO CONTAIN YOUR ENVY.
This is a Thinkpad 600E, circa, oh, 1997 or 1998.
It has a super-powerful 363 MHz Intel Pentium II processor,
a whopping 288 MB of RAM, and a SUPER roomy 6 GB harddrive.
Can you feel it? I am nearly DRUNK with the power that is sitting in my lap.
...hang on, it's thinking I want to activate the voice-thingy
(pardon my technical terminology)...
...and what's with this borked-up formatting?! Why isn't my text wrapping?!...
So, it's a little quirky. "QUIRKY" HAS NEVER HAD TO BE SENT IN FOR REPAIR.
I can't watch videos smoothly, can't play the game, I can't do much of anything but type, really, but only if I have maybe 3 windows open, tops. By that point I'm already seeing a lag between my typing and what shows up on the screen, so I often end up typing things twice things twice.
Another fine feature of this remarkable little wonder is that it has built-in memory enhancement. I don't mean computer memory, I mean Val-memory. There are memory-strengthening exercises in this baby that would make an elephant drool.
Here's how it works: there's no battery in this thing. Batteries are for wusses. So, I type out a long blog entry (like I just did!),then I sneeze, which pops the power jack out, causing everything I've just typed to vanish into thin air. So...I must retype everything I had from memory! It's like that card game you played as a kid, only so much more intense.I can remember VERBATIM what my last blog entry said. Okay, so it was a copy/paste job, and the lyrics to a song (since taken down. Don't ask.). Even the smallest of victories is a Beautiful Thing.
Enough boasting. I don't want you all to hate me. Besides, I'm having a bitch of a time trying to get the formatting right.