i am haz nyu laptop

I hate buying a new computer. I hate the way the computing industry has us by our short and curlies and forces us to "upgrade" (REVIVES THE AIRQUOTE JUST FOR THIS PURPOSE*) and to fall prey to in-built obsolescence and landfill plastic. I want to buy a computer like a typewriter and then have it for the next 30 years!

So what to some might be a day of joy (ooh, new shiny! MacBook Air, ooh!) is to me a day of vexation and the sense that I've given in. Also, there is the foreboding knowledge of a depleted bank account and the constant panic of "what will we eat?" Already I'm on a frugality drive: 54 ways to prepare minced meet. Cabbage, your friend. How to survive on nibbles served at gallery openings.

So why did I also buy NEW SHOES? (I blame cherrybina...)

Anyway, this is typed on my old machine as I am now warily circling the new one like a dog not on heat. I just know there's going to be more vexation coming: the desktop won't look IDENTICAL to the one I have; there will be glitches linking up to the printer; it won't be able to read MS Office unless I buy a new fucking overpriced Brian Gates product because my "licences" have run out.

I still remember the nightmare of when this laptop was new.... I remember ringing birdgerhl in a complete panic when my entire document library was wiped. *weeps*

I suppose some good will come of it: I'll be able to watch youtube properly again. I'll be able to do anything properly again (there's a reason I needed a new one). I'll be able to type without a powerpoint for longer than 75 seconds (yay! no more dependence on cafés with adequate socket supply!). I'll be able to shlepp the thing about without brokebreaking my back.

So. Hmph.