post one fabulous weekend chez coates, where I discovered that hulk hands (“RARRGHH!”, “CRUNCH!”, “HULK SMASH!”) are in fact the most amazing inventions ever in the history of recorded time, and that hulk hands volleyball is clearly a sport that needs to be tried out by dint of its sheer potential fabulousness, I am knackered. so, it seems, is my computer, which has exploded and died and eaten various parts of my drive for about the fifty thousandth time since it has been in my possession. I exaggerate only a slight amount, as the sheer number of reinstalls of windoze, total reformatting of drives and prayers to the god of backup and disk recovery has been utterly immense and far too frequent than should be humanly possible (and has, as one would expect, driven me to the brink of insanity, and included many many moments of loud expletives aimed at my computer, and talking [read: begging] to my pc in what should be a somewhat unnatural manner.)
no fucking more. I have had it with you, computer. it’s been a rocky ride, and you’ve pissed me off once too many times. actually, about a hundred too many times, but hey, we all have flaws and I’m willing to let a few slide. but enough is enough.
it’s over between us. nada. end of the road. I’m leaving you behind, and moving on to pastures new and wonderful.
from now on, it’s me, the road, and a brand spanking new ibook.
oh yeah baby, it’s gonna be good…
