Tuesday, October 02, 2007

It drives me crazy.

I am posting from my messy, under construction, dusty, plastic-sheet draped, malodorous house. Why?

Because my big ass laptop has lost the internet.

My husband fiddled with it and told me the HP Wireless program wouldn't run, the nanowidget wouldn't interface with the watchamacallitron, and somehow, the driver appears to be missing.

Frankly, that conversation reminded me of the Gary Larson cartoon where he shows you what is being said to the dog, and then what the dog understands.

Yes, I did just call myself a dog. Because I feel like one. Or maybe I just feel like a mother.

My big ass laptop is only 14 months old. A toddler.

And laptops are like babies, you know. They're so cute! And portable! You carry them around with you. You want to sleep with them in your bed, but you worry that they'll fall off. You count their ages in months.

And then, they shit on you.

12 comments:

  1. "Me, too" comment.

    My laptop is between two and three years old and has been acting like it. Everyone else in the house has wireless joy. Mine keeps throwing itself down on the ground and refusing to do anything until you give it a cookie (repair the wireless connection).

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  2. I think you need that laptop that you can drop, spill things on and carry to a construction site...it's in a commercial.

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  3. And how are you living life without a laptop? Bereft? In mourning? Lost and dazed?

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  4. Quite possibly the most perfectly formed IT analogy I've ever read.

    (sometimes my laptop sleeps with me too, but my husband thinks it's old enough to be in a room of its own...)

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  5. At least they don't do that baby thing were they spit up in your actual mouth.

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  6. This made me laugh! You sound so polite then *bam*!! V.funny.

    I don't know if this might help, could be the firewall settings?!?!
    wireless forum

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  7. I always thought of my laptop as more of a surly teenager until your post. Now I understand why it keeps screaming "NO!" and waking me up at 3 a.m. and refusing to wear its diaper. Thank you for the enlightenment.

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  8. Aw. Kinda like my (still not home from the TV repair shop) 18-month old Samsung 42" plasma.

    I feel your pain.

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  9. In consideration of The Great Mofo Delurk today, I am sending this little comment your way. I enjoy reading your blog regularly and look forward to every new post.

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  10. On the Mofo bandwagon, too. Don't think I've ever commented here, but am a regular. Just a kindly delurk to let you know who is out here.

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  11. I think about that pet communication thing too, at times. You figure they just get their names and a few random words here and there. And hope all that verbiage means food for them. The word "treat" seems to make even more impact than their name--at least for dogs. Cats are more complex.

    And Laptops are like babies!

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  12. LOL! Well said! Gives a whole new meaning to "mommy blogger"

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