My old computer (referred to hereafter as the Dinosaur) has been steadily going downhill lately. Aside from the fact that its keyboard constantly misspells words, it has gotten slower and more aggravating with age. My wife thinks it is mimicking me. It also growls randomly while it is on standby, especially at night. In the dark. While I'm in bed.
My wife decided that I needed a new and improved model (computer, that is), so we went shopping for a laptop. She asked how big it needed to be, and I looked at my lap and said, "Oh, about two and half feet across." She didn't ask me anything else. Soon I was the proud owner of a super duper mega-gig whirly-jig with a screen full of icons and a memory like a steel trap.
All good things must come to an end, however. She informed me that I, the last techno-Neanderthal on Earth, had to install the software, transfer the files, feed the RAM, sharpen the bytes and all sort of other unintelligible things. It's been three days now, and I'm typing this on the Dinosaur.
I have managed to set up a password and choose a background picture, and last night, with help from my son, I downloaded a music-sharing program. I even obtained a song! "I Don't Need Your Rockin' Chair" by George Jones. I don't need a rockin' chair, either--just a computer programmer!
Whether you are using a new, high-tech laptop or a hand-cranked Black and Decker 100, remember to keep on cranking out the words. Keep writing!
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