Sunday, November 12, 2000:
So glad that: My computer is back from the shop.
A little sad that: The sound is gone (hmm ... three
wires
and two places to put them ... how hard can it - BZZTT!!).
Must fix before: Mechwarrior 4 comes out next month!!
Link O' The Day: This entry is filled with them.
Sai Bear Sex
"... Artsy."
(Brian, describing his first impression of my journal. He visited us the week my computer died. Hmm.)
" ... Please leave a message ... BEEEP ... Hi this is Gateway. You're computer is ready to be picked up today. We're open till nine."
"Woooo!!! I'm gonna pick it up now baby!!" I exclaimed. Amy was less than enthused.
"Do you want to come with me, and say hi. I'm sure this guy would recognize you after finding the nudie pic of you on my hard drive by now," I propositioned Amy.
She opted to stay home.
We then spent an hour looking for my wallet. Which ended up being between the car door and passenger seat ... always the last place you look.
The guy at the Gateway service department was different than the 16-year old greasy pudge I had left my computer with two weeks prior. This one was in his 30's, tall, lanky, and had the requisite "I Am A Computer Guru" ponytail.
I'm sure if I gave him the Spock "Long Live and Prosper" hand sign, we would have bonded. But I just wanted my computer back.
"Well, I ran it for 24 hours, and didn't encounter any of the problems you had with it. I defragged it, cleaned it, emptied the cache files. A gigabyte of cache data can really bog things down," he added.
Um, those pics were for drawing purposes, I thought pre-emptively. I require detailed files of anatomy ... especially the open-all-night spread-eagle crotch shots. (See Exhibit A above.)
I lugged my baby back to the car, when his words sank in. He didn't find any of the problems I had experienced when I turned it in. On the other hand, it had sat turned off for a week in the shop. Maybe "she" just needed to cool off for awhile.
Or maybe it was personal.
Was I taking my computer for granted? I hadn't dusted her, defragged her, or even upgraded her in over a year it seems. She used to be a stream-lined ninja-fast gaming machine. Now she's approaching millennial obsolescence like VCRs and the modern military tank. I don't even remember if I gave her a name.
Sure, I'm romantically anthropomorphizing a bit but don't some religions believe there is a spirit in everything? And I remember Shinto (undergrad Asian art history) believing their deities were only present in the box when the doors were closed (like the refrigerator light theory). So who knows what kind of artificial emotional intelligence is afoot when I close the tower door.
At home, I nervously plugged her back in. She revved up louder than ever, even Amy noticed. I had to restart three times because "file vmx32 or something was missing." Generic USB hub wasn't found; I hit cancel. Then my computer's face came smiling back at me on the screen.
All back to normal.
Except for the fact there's no sound now. The silent treatment. Figures.
I decided to give my computer a name too: Mai Bei Bi (pronounced "my bay bee"). (Not to be confused with my other baby, Amy. Don't tell her.)
The Further Adventures of DEMON HUNTER SIN
Amy and I were in Ann Arbor this weekend, when we found this fantastic little anime store. It had more Hello Kitty and anime then you can shake a long veiny pink tentacle at.
The Chinese counter girl had that personality type that could change from lethargic boredom to explosive exuberance, true to anime tradition (hmm ... blood type B in Japan, maybe?). She was very nice and took an instant liking to my charismatic Amy.
"Can I help you with anything?" she had asked Amy, for the second time.
"No, haha, we're just looking. You have a lot of cute stuff here," Amy answered.
"Yeah, we like the cute stuff."
"How long has this store been around?" Amy asked.
"Well, longer than I've been here. I'm a freshman," she told Amy.
"How long ago did we graduate?" Amy turned to me.
"Five years ago, maybe?" I answered. I was a college freshman eleven years ago. So, that would make me the old veteran demon hunter in a typical Japanese cartoon (or maybe the perverted mad scientist?).
I bought:
1) a Badtz Maru covered toothbrush for work (covered being the key word when you work in fecally-contaminated environments), and
2) a book on how to draw child-like cartoon faces and adult bodies with surreptitious panty shots and camel-toe ... I mean, an anime drawing book.
Amy showed me her new Hello Kitty plush doll and date book,
"These stickers are better than last year's!"
... The LIGER! thought so too.
(... The LIGER! proudly supports "Kimba for President 2000" ... and he could care less who the rest of you voted for.)
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