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Computer Woes

Not three days ago, I opened my laptop (a beautiful HP Envy that my next-door neighbor aunt gifted me a few years ago) to the screen cracked on the top center. To make matters worse, there was also (no surprised to anyone) an LCD leak. That’s about a $250 fee to fix, as one of my former kids told me (I think he was giving me the minimum price for parts and repair, because other people told me that it’s just cheaper to buy a new laptop). I asked Meester Binx if he could fix the dang thing, but he only told me that he was in possession of glue. Asked our IT guy (the assistant, not the actual IT guy), but he gave me an unsure shrug. Asked another coworker, and he said that it was a possibility for him, but he seemed unsure. Great.

As much as I love venturing into the DIY aspect of things, computer maintenance isn’t something I’m comfortable with. After searching online for the replacement screen, watching YouTube videos on replacing cracked screens, and window shopping on Amazon and Best Buy, I settled on just purchasing a Chromebook and getting on with my life. Because who needs fancy things like CD/DVD drives? I settled for an inexpensive Samsung item, skipped into the store this morning and felt crestfallen at the size of thing. Much smaller than my former netbook that I owned ages ago. Remembering all the crap that piece of shit machine gave me, I opted out of the decision.

While getting a bigger version of the Chromebook wasn’t out of the question, I felt torn. There were several “on clearance” items up for grabs that were around the same spectrum of the Chromebooks before me. So why pay the same price and get less when you can get something that’s worth it?

While I’m not married to HP as a brand (I’m in bed with Samsung currently), the best one was an HP Notebook. Without Microsoft Office because I don’t like the idea of paying a yearly subscription. Besides, I have Google Docs, LibreOffice, Hemingway, and (my favorite) FocusWriter for all my writing and blogging needs.

It will take some adjusting to a smaller laptop. I’m just glad it’s n0t painfully small.

Books

A Cat Named Lola with a Violent Past

Classical literature & brainless fodder

Jyg, Izzy and I headed out to Georgia’s Thrift Shop in McAllen, Texas to check out if there was anything new in stock in Mike’s book corner. Jyg cut my hunt short to take care of some business. I purchased A Million Little Pieces and The Epic of Gilgamesh, each for its own reason.

Afterward, we headed to The Gallery because I’ve become secretly in love with that atmosphere, even though its patrons can annoy me at times. While there, I checked out some of their books, took down a few ideas to mull over later. I have a creative itch I need to take care of.

We headed to the lingerie store, also a part of the Gallery, to see what they had there. Jewelry and costumes, as usual. Nothing remotely caught my attention.

On the way to the photo shoot – Jyg was to model – at Jodi’s, we stopped at HEB so I could by a notebook and some pens to keep me busy – I’m such the child – while Izzy, Jyg and Jodi do the photo shoot. I wrote a letter to Erika, a friend of mine from Chicago whom I met online several years back. We were pen pals then, and it seemed like a good time to reestablish that relationship. Besides, I love getting stuff in the mail.

I’ve listened to Eels all weekend long – including E’s solo albums. I think it has to do with the fact I finished his memoir, Things the Grandchildren Should Know, a few days ago. It’s an amazing book.

On Friday, I spent most of the day with Binx. Ever since I got this new computer, I’ve been without firewire. This puts a damper on the fact that I have to burn a DVD for my brother. I used Binx’s computer so I can input the video onto the computer, burn it on some DVDs and bring the back here so I can edit and burn them as final copies.

Before all this, he and I went to CompUSA to check out if they have a firewire for a low profile computer – a.k.a. my computer. We saw on online, but that mean ordering it and having it installed. However, like we already expected, we didn’t find one for my computer at the store. We did find nifty toys that might work just the same. I’m just afraid that it won’t work completely. We’ll see.

We set up at his house later on, where I met Billy Bob – his and Erika’s (not the same as the aforementioned) adopted son. He’s a cute orange tabby that I plotted to kidnap. I’m sure Bloo wouldn’t have appreciated that.