This weekend, the inevitable happened. My baby, the LOVE OF MY LIFE, my Dell Inspiron 1150 purchased in 2004 died on me. I know what you’re saying, “What the fuck were you doing with an Inspiron 1150? It’s 2009. You should be rollin’ with something more 1337 than that. lulz…” Well, fuck you. I am that 1337 (not really). For what it was, that Dell was running like Terrell Owens in his first year with a new team (watch out Dolphins). I loved that thing, and made sure that it was well taken care of it. I could do anything on it except run REALLY REALLY high-demand programs.
Anyway, the backlight went out on Saturday night after my first blog post. I freaked out a little, but it wasn’t anything unusual. Old computers have some kinks that can get worked out with a little rest. The next day, the backlight wouldn’t turn on anymore! At this point, I’m freaking out. What do I do? What are my options?!
At one point, I thought to myself, “Wow, you’re ridiculous…” I am so attached to computers. I am attached to technology. With technology comes the use of social networking sites, blogs and LOLcats. I became so worried about how I was going to check my Facebook account. “Well, I can use Facebook Mobile, but I can only check certain notifications for a while. I would have to use Gmail Mobile to check the comments on my posted items… blah blah blah.”
I don’t consume media in any other manner. It’s almost a burden to me to have to turn on my television. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not an MR (Mental Retard–for those of you keeping score on how many offensive things I say today) who hates TV. I owe my sense of humor, trivial knowledge and connection to “normal” society to television (I grew up an only child in an immigrant family from El Salvador, had to learn how to deal with “whitey” somehow :-P). But over the years, I have become inseparable from this mass of wires, disks and dual-core 2.33GHz processors.
Luckily for the ECONOMY, I came to the realization that it wasn’t wrong for me to be so addicted to the internet and my computer. It’s my way of connecting to the world. It may seem strange for some people, who watch TV, read the newspaper or actually GO OUT. So, I went to my local technology shoppe, Best Buy, and bought myself an ASUS CM Series Desktop*, with a 2.65Ghz Intel Dual-Core processor, 6 GB of RAM, 600GB HD and a whole bunch of other shit that I don’t need. I tried to lag this shit it out, and I can’t.
Oddly enough, I should be really happy about this new computer, but I miss the tenderness and near perfection of my old laptop. I miss how I knew everything about it, and if anything went wrong, I could easily fix it. We could go on being happy again.
The ordeal on Saturday/Sunday felt like breaking up with a long-time girlfriend. You know what buttons to push, and you know how make everything right again, but you’re tired of hitting the same fucking button, and your tired of fixing things because the cycle will never stop. I know I could have fixed Cynthia (My Dell). I just didn’t have the will anymore.
Internet addiction can be a problem, but I look at it this way, at least I don’t fucking do crack.
I don’t do crack,
* Yeah, me getting a desktop is a big deal.