Hopeless

It's too late, it's over. I've now officially fallen victim to the evils of the interwebs and technology. I expect the sky to fall or my mother to call and shame me at any moment. I don't mean that I work online from home, that's acceptable. I'm not worried that many of my friends only communicate with me via typing; that's common. I don't even mean that I met my girl friend in an online video game. That's nerdy, but not a crime. No, it's worse and yet I'm unapologetic. I, in my incredible wisdom and laziness, ordered my grocery online. And you know what? It was fantastic!

"It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity." -- Albert Einstein

What Time Is It?

Ever since my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, we've ended phone conversations by saying, "I love you." We'd never really done that before. While I always knew my parents cared, we were never the touchy feely type. I don't like the reasons for it, but I think I like this change.

She's doing well and going to work every day. I don't know why really, I'd love to see her take some time off to recover. Hell I wish she took time off when doing her treatments. Perhaps her way of dealing with it is to keep moving. At this point, whatever it takes is fine by me.

I'm a bit homesick at the moment. Time's funny that way. It wasn't too long ago that I really just wanted to leave, and now I'm sitting here wishing I was back. I think I just wish I could check for myself that everything is still ok. Biweekly phone calls really don't cut it. I'd also get the added bonus of nephew time.

I don't know when the next visit will be, but I sure plan on enjoying my time there. Time is important, I want to make sure that from now on I take it when I can.

"Time! the corrector when our judgments err." -- Lord Byron

The Nose Knows

So we see a bumper sticker, "You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose." Little did I know this was going to give Dina ideas.

The next morning I'm woken up with her inches from my face getting ready to stick her finger up my nose.

Me: "Um sweetie? What the hell are you doing?"
Her: "I'm going to try something out?"
Me: "You are NOT going to pick my nose!"
She sticks it right up there.
Me: "Ack! That's disgusting!"
Her: "No that's love. I'm still here aren't I?"

And she is. However I now sleep with one eye open.

"Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his torments willingly." -- Proverb

It's Love

They way to a geek's heart is through their gadgetry, forget the stomach. It took very little convincing to get me to agree to suck it up and buy a new computer. Working online from a tiny travel laptop was probably going to make me go blind. So while I cannot afford the computer I want, I can easily afford something that's far better than what I have, and yet still not to much that I cannot replace it in a year or two. Thus off we went to tax-free New Hampshire.

As with every outing, Dina's motivated by where we eat. She already knew exactly where we would eat before we hit the road. Do we look up computers and do some comparison shopping? Nope. But don't worry, we have the restaurant question nailed down. What kind of weird priorities do we have?

After we ate (see our priorities?), we proceeded to go back and forth to the same stores over and over again to try to save some minuscule amount. In the end, at this point in time, there's not a ton of difference when you really think about it. Sure you have to ignore total crap brands, but for what I do with a computer, I certainly don't need something that can run a nuclear attack sub. It took a while but I walked out of there with a brand new middle-of-the-road-entirely-forgettable-mediocre computer!

So while the computer doesn't need to last, I figured a monitor could. I also am sick of not having anything nice, and I've spend quite a lot of time saving for a good one. I'm in love. This thing is 22 inches of pure Samsung love. I wanted to cuddle it in the car on the way home, but the mocking look and rolling eyes from the driver dashed those hopes.

If you don't hear from me for a while, I ran off with Sammy, the monitor of wonder...

"Lo! Men have become the tools of their tools." -- Henry David Thoreau