Where are my boots?

Ah the laptops. We were so hopeful when we brought home those lovely boxes containing our new laptops. And then, one-by-one, they died.

The first sign of trouble came when I tried to turn mine on. Why did it miss it's boot? Where was the boot hiding? Is this a further conspiracy by my shoes? If so then they certainly made my life harder. 

When the tragedy became clear we immediately returned and replaced the bootless laptop (should we really discriminate based on whether something has boots?) with one that apparently had  boots.

But that was not the end of it. Then we realized that your laptop was a tortoise in disguise. Which, despite the fable, is not a good thing for a laptop to be. 

We went and had to replace your tortoise with a hare. And when we did we tested it out this time first so that we would know that it was really a hare, not a tortoise in disguise. The result was good, but there was a complication when we returned home, it tried to tell us that it was repairing disk C when you turned it on. 

Whhhhhhy?

When we returned to the store, for the millionth time now, we found out that it was not an issue, you had simply closed the lid too soon when shutting it down, thank goodness. 

All I can say is, it is a good thing we both have good a good warranty. 

 Ninja Laptops

I sit in my room typing. I hear the low "whir"ing of my computer as I contemplate my inevitable doom. Today I took a risk. It was a necessary risk. I just hope they fall for the decoy. I keep looking over my shoulder. I almost expect to see one in the periphery. They are such elusive contraptions.

There was a time when I didn't fear them. But that was before I started to hunt them. . .

This is how I have felt while researching laptops. There are some that want to be found so badly, it is almost like they are hunting you down. I looked on Walmart.com first. The next day my mom gets an email from them with laptop offers. . . creepy. That was the decoy. There are other laptops that I can just sense are out there, hiding. They are such great deals that they just have to make it hard. These are the Ninja Laptops. The Laptops that are beyond my ability to find because they reside on some obscure Hipster website that requires me to know random trivia about the expanded universe of Doctor Who and how it relates to Complex Number Theory (What is a "happy" Prime?).

Anyway, the Internet is a fickle multi-headed beast. Some heads shout really loud, others would prefer to remain in the fringe. . . I'm rambling, aren't I? I tend to over Analogize things.

Time to dive back into the research pool to swim with the Laptops.

The Massive Shoe Rebellion

Ah, I remember. We had a blog. And then we forgot about it. Okay, really it was me who forgot about it. My bad. But now we can write in it again! Yay!

So, part of the reason it has taken me so long to write this post is because I am on a tiny netbook which I probably should have replaced a year ago. I really need to buy a new laptop. Or a desktop, either would be nice. My poor fingers are just not happy typing on this keyboard. Alas, that is my only excuse other than procrastination, and really both are kind of flimsy. Meh, deal with it I guess.

Anyway, my main reason for posting something today is that David and I started a writing group and we are going to make this part of it. So you should see more from us pretty consistently.

My secondary reason for writing this blog post is… I wore two different kinds of shoes today. They were both blue and they were both slip on shoes, but they were very different other than that. I didn't even realize I was wearing non-matching shoes until I was heading for my first break at work.

Yeaaaaah, I kinda fail.

Apparently I was not paying much attention to my feet this morning. Or maybe my shoes are forming a rebellion against me and the shoe that I didn't mean to wear was an undercover spy for the resistance faction.

The second one seems more likely to me. I should probably be more careful. I will hire a bodyguard, just to be safe.

Hopefully this is not the last thing you hear from me. But if it is, you know why.