deep breaths.

So, I spent $1200 last night, and it took me about five minutes. I find this kind of disturbing; I still feel like buying a computer is something I should have my permission slip signed for (even though I've done it alone before, and, yeah, look at the results, I know...) by my big brothers or dad or someone. But I did it, all by my little self - ordered a nice simple basic Dell with a 14" screen and possibly my first perfectly legal copy of WordPerfect ever in life, maxed out all the warranties and got an extra battery and so on.

( I've Got a Name... )

So, when not ordering a new computer online, I've been reading a little Man from UNCLE fic (so good! must get tapes!) and watching a lot of Starsky and Hutch (I'm sorry, did Hutch just call Starsky's mom to ask what his favorite food is, so that he could make them a romantic candlelit dinner for two? Why yes, it looks like he did.) and then we had to go see the movie (hilarious) and there was also some hockey in there somewhere (flukily victorious, which works for me, and then they totally killed me by interviewing my darling beloved goalie after he had changed into a suit and combed his hair and if you'll excuse me I need to go ask around on the puckbunnies board to see if I've got a shot with him...)

But, today's family gathering time, so I can hit up #2 Brother, who I presume, what with one thing and another, will be the only family computer expert presnt, for advice. I assume that transplanting a laptop hard drive into a desktop CPU is just an absurd technical impossibility? Because we've got a couple of those going spare. But S.R.D.A.I.S. Hutchinson Blondo should be here within a week or so, and then the fun really starts...