I just kissed my new computer several times because all I had to do was plug in my printer, and it said, "Hey, a new device! I know exactly what to do with this! Zing! You may now use your new device!" which was thoroughly refreshing, because my printer is about 6 years old and I think the installation disks are in Narnia.
And now I feel very old. I also am a little weirded out that I carried my new computer downstairs and I'm still online. I know that's the whole point of wireless internet, but I still get weirded out when things work like they're supposed to.
I just kissed it again. The fact that I was printing out part of a grad school application has absolutely nothing to do with my elation. Nothing at all.
By the way, I think just the fact that I went through over 10 completely different drafts of my response to "Discuss your writing objectives" means that I require graduate school. The fact that I keep kissing my computer means I may need therapy.
2 comments:
Honey, just make sure you aren't french kissing the PCI port...you might get shocked.
I have officially created a "CCB and the Bookbinders" cult. And we're centered in New York, so if you ever need someone to be *ahem* taken care of...just let me know.
Post a Comment