hello, i'm satan, and i'd like to talk to you about the kitchen table. also wires. if i were any more wired, my horns would fall straight off. i've got cords coming out of slots all around me. it's like heaven. or rather, hell. i've got my happy WACOM graphire3 goodness. yes, i know, they have a graphire4 out, my sister has one. they're fancy. but the graphire3 features a cover that's impossible to get off w/out the sense of imminent doom, as in, breaking-the-plastic-just-so-you-can-replace-one-little-image doom. and who wouldn't love that!? i've got my happy rca lyra goodness. yes, i know, they have fancier, some would say "better" mp3 players out there, but why wouldn't i want to have to profile my little device every time i put even one new song on it? why wouldn't i want a device w/ an obnoxious habit of playing two seconds of a song, deciding it's had enough of that song, and moving on to the next one? why wouldn't i want a device w/ screen text that looks like God himself came down from the heavens to make sure it was as primitive as possible? i am satan, after all.
as for the kitchen table. i actually do love the kitchen table. although in this house, it's more like the dining room table. we don't really eat on it anymore, except when the dudes come home. because the dining room table is a symbol of masculinity. the most amazing thing about the dining room table at the moment is the laptop sitting atop it. three weeks later, and i'm still like, OMIGAWD! A LAPTOP! AND IT'S ALL MINE!!!
widescreen continues to amaze, 256 mbs ram continues to be not enough, 40 gigs hard drive continues to be barely enough, and the XGA high-def brightView screen continues to be high-def and brightView indeed. also, IMing my brother from the dining room table really is a pleasure beyond compare.
although cheese sammiches come close.