Perhaps this year I ought to ask Santa for a new computer. It seems like mine isn’t that old, but in the last two days it’s suffered several spontaneous reboots. When it recovers, there is an ominous warning about Windows and serious faults, along with a not-so-helpful log of problems encountered. Things like boot sectors and gobbledy gook. As if that’s going to help me. I don’t know how to make sense of that mumbo jumbo.
I ought to take heed and do some major housecleaning. Back up all my files. You know. Just in case. It’s my weekend project. I hope that uttering these thoughts hasn’t sealed my fate and that I won’t wake up in the morning to a failed hard drive. That would be just plain awful. Of course, I could work on backing up my files right now. But I’d rather go to bed. Everyone else is asleep, and it would be a good time for me to work unencumbered. But I’m tired too! And Mr. Gadget will surely chastise me for spending so much time on the computer.
What would I want, should I wish for a new computer Sometimes I think I might like to try a Mac, but that would mean learning a whole new set of tools, and none of the software that I already have would work. I think I am sort of stuck with a PC until I’m ready to leave behind the suite of tools I’m already familiar with. I think I’d like an itsy bitsy teeny weeny laptop. Something that’s not too heavy, that I can fit in my bag. I can always dock it with my full size keyboard and monitor, and I can undock and roam the house and blog at will, as long as it has a wireless card. Yes, I think I might like a teensy weensy laptop.
