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My computer (mostly)
15 years ago
So, I need an even dozen journal entries.
Why?
I'll tell you why!
I've not written in three weeks.
So, I shall write about my computer.
My computer is a teeny-weeny lil' Toshiba netbooky-thing. One of those tiny things you can fit in a purse and most people I meet don't want to believe is an actual computer.
There is an upside to this computer: small size, LONG battery life.
The down-side: NO DISC DRIVE.
Now, I love this thing and it does serve a very definite purpose in my life: it saves my ass from writing everything that comes into my head longhand.
Also, I get to communicate with you lovely folks and share my thoughts with the void known as the internet. But the main point here is: I love my computer for what it is, and I accept what it isn't.
It isn't a laptop, it isn't a desktop- it's a netbook and I love it for that. Of course, I have also asked for a typewriter for my birthday or Christmas. That or a DSLR. Or a ticket to Florida. But that, in toto, is my wish list. Everything else in my life can be handled. Now, I wouldn't complain if someone were to erase my debt, but that's my responsibility on my head, and I can be a big wuffwuff and take care of that my damn self.
Why a typewriter when I have a computer?
Quite simple.
I learned to type on a typewriter and they can take a bit more punishment than a computer can. I find myself reeling back when the muse is upon me, because certain people have told me that my typing sounds like a 3,000 roll of Black Cat firecrackers going off. ESPECIALLY so when I am inspired and typing like a maniac. Delightfully old-fashioned in some regard? Yes!
I also make my own clothes (occasionally) and make everything food-wise from scratch when I can. I am learning how to make my own soap and know in theory if not practice how to make my own paper.
My mantra where all this is concerned: Self-sufficient, not self-righteous.
Thanks for listening.
Why?
I'll tell you why!
I've not written in three weeks.
So, I shall write about my computer.
My computer is a teeny-weeny lil' Toshiba netbooky-thing. One of those tiny things you can fit in a purse and most people I meet don't want to believe is an actual computer.
There is an upside to this computer: small size, LONG battery life.
The down-side: NO DISC DRIVE.
Now, I love this thing and it does serve a very definite purpose in my life: it saves my ass from writing everything that comes into my head longhand.
Also, I get to communicate with you lovely folks and share my thoughts with the void known as the internet. But the main point here is: I love my computer for what it is, and I accept what it isn't.
It isn't a laptop, it isn't a desktop- it's a netbook and I love it for that. Of course, I have also asked for a typewriter for my birthday or Christmas. That or a DSLR. Or a ticket to Florida. But that, in toto, is my wish list. Everything else in my life can be handled. Now, I wouldn't complain if someone were to erase my debt, but that's my responsibility on my head, and I can be a big wuffwuff and take care of that my damn self.
Why a typewriter when I have a computer?
Quite simple.
I learned to type on a typewriter and they can take a bit more punishment than a computer can. I find myself reeling back when the muse is upon me, because certain people have told me that my typing sounds like a 3,000 roll of Black Cat firecrackers going off. ESPECIALLY so when I am inspired and typing like a maniac. Delightfully old-fashioned in some regard? Yes!
I also make my own clothes (occasionally) and make everything food-wise from scratch when I can. I am learning how to make my own soap and know in theory if not practice how to make my own paper.
My mantra where all this is concerned: Self-sufficient, not self-righteous.
Thanks for listening.
