So my computer decided to crash again this week. One hard drive reformat later, and I'm back, back, back! Though not necessarily for long: the old dear is on her last legs (yes, I'm still talking about the computer), and is liable to give up the ghost completely any time now. Hardy surprising really, I am after all at the cutting edge of technology here, with my 32MB RAM and 2GB drive. I'm like a supermarket checkout girl with only an abacus to count on. It's a miracle I'm even online to be frank.
I'm due an upgrade shortly, but it's a slightly complicated process, due to the Betsie Clan's Technology Hand-me-down Scheme. Here's how it works: my brother buys some nice shiny new piece of equipment; he gives his previous version to my mum; I then acquire her, by now outdated, stuff. So, at a rough estimate, at any given time I'm about five years behind the latest trends. I wonder if that qualifies as retro chic? If not, then I could always unleash the ancient Mac lurking in the loft, from the Time Before CD-ROM. Unfortunately the betamax video didn't make it into the new century, or I really could be living in a timewarp (well, more than normal anyway...)
This time there's going to be a slight break with family tradition, as I've got a lovely new hard drive sitting awaiting the (taking too long for my liking) swap-over moment. Oh the excitement! Now if I only lived somewhere I could actually get that fancy broadbean thingamajig, I'd be the happiest little bunny on the planet...
Addendum 1
Attention sign writers of the western world - putting "Polite Notice" at the start of your terse request does not in fact make it so. Try using "please" or "thank you" instead, it's so much nicer.
Addendum 2
My candidate for the least arousing word in the English dictionary - slurp. Yeuch.
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