Insubordiknit

It's so pretty I want to puke

I'm sitting here, in my studio, in front of the biggest, shiniest, fastest computer I've ever seen. And also, I want to puke.

I had to do it. What else was I going to do? My shop is it, it's our whole support system, it pays all the bills, I couldn't not get a new computer. Right? We took mine in, right up to the mall with the sterile mac store with all their hipster clerks in their super cool clothes and fancy gadgets and portable register-thing-a-ma-jigs, and I swear they snickered when I came in with my powerbook held together by electrical tape and human will. Snickered behind their manicured hands with their cool leather throng bracelets. High gloss bastards. My dead computer, the one that was so fancy and pretty only 5 years ago? They informed us, in a tone that spoke at once of their sympathy for me, and of their glee for me that I'd finally be able to experience state-of-the-art now that my old vintage piece of crap wouldn't be cluttering up my (14.99 IKEA desk). Oh, yes, it's vintage, officially classified. That's what they said, those computers are classified as vintage and we don't work on them any more.

And so what could I do? Nothing. I had to buy a new one. I wanted a laptop but a work-usable one was at least $1500 and that was one with a screen the size of pipsqueak, the really good laptops were 3k or more. So I got a desktop. As good as the high-end laptops for the low-end desktop price. It wiped out all my cushion-money. I walked out of the black and white store wanting to vomit, just not all over my brand new i-mac with it's 20" screen, I didn't want to vomit on that, over to the side of that, or maybe in the other room so that I wouldn't have to look at it or smell it while I'm sitting in front of the coolest computer ever!

Yes, I love my computer. I went from having a 30G hard drive to having a 250G hard drive. 250! Plus, it's got that fancy camera that lets me take funny pictures of myself while I'm typing. Plus, you know, it's new. A new computer always feels like such a fresh start. Like you get to start anew. You can make all those promises to yourself and it that you won't clutter it up, you'll keep it organized, you won't save stuff to random folders, you won't let your desktop get so covered in jpgs and docs that you can't see your cool randominzing-desktop picture (which is a bunch of funny pictures of the family taken by the computers internal camera). Yes, a new computer is better than a new haircut, or a new bookshelf, or a new boyfriend.

It may even inspire some more regular updating, but not this week, this week I've got over 20 eyeball yarns to finish.

Posted by jacey at October 19, 2007 12:54 AM