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While in the city this weekend I went to Best Buy and picked out a new laptop on Saturday night but the price of it was over our debit card’s daily spending limit so we agreed I’d go back up there today with cash. I did and, to my great delight, discovered that the laptop had gone on sale Sunday so I ended up getting it for almost $200 less than we had expected to pay!
Now I’m sitting here catching up with all my online stuff, having spent the last hour customizing it and getting all my bookmarks and such set up. The first thing I did was download Firefox.
It’s a lovely HP Pavilion Entertainment PC, which means it’s got a really good video card and a cute little remote to control the media stuff. Wireless internet, of course, and Windows Vista. I am worried about changing to Vista but, I will admit, it’s very, very pretty. And since I’m scarcely above the intellectual level of a seagull, in that I’m fascinated by shiny objects, I am impressed with Vista so far. If you haven’t seen it, you can put different modules right on your desktop. I have a clock, a slide show of all the pictures on the computer, a feed of the top headlines and a little notepad for jotting things down.
The keyboard is also a little wider than my former laptop so it’s more comfortable to use. Also the touchpad has the little area on the right edge of it that you can slide your finger down to scroll down the page. The first laptop I ever used (borrowed) had that and when I got miy former one I was disappointed that it didn’t have that feature.
Ooh, I’ve got a built in webcam, too! I’ll probably never use it but I am incurably gadget-obsessed and like knowing it’s there, whether it’s actually useful or not (this also applies to Robert, come to think of it).
Also, as part of my commitment to taking tip-top care of my new baby I purchased a laptop cooling pad. It has a built-in fan which keeps both my lap and the computer cool. A most excellent invention, I must say.
Now I must be off, for I have a moral dilemma which I need to ponder: would it be untoward of me to sleep with my new laptop under my pillow?

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About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

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  1. Right there with you! My li’l girl knocked over a 24-oz mug of coffee into our former laptop, which promptly gave up the ghost. So, after much number crunching, we splurged on early Xmas presents and bought 2 new ‘puters – a desktop for him, and a laptop for me, both at fab prices from Dell. We got them the day before Thanksgiving, along with a wireless router that we couldn’t get to work until (ahem) today, but now? Oh, life is so good! I loooove my new laptop, and hubby is in gadget heaven with his big thin flat screen… getting a new computer is right up there with getting a new car, ain’t it? So, I hope you’ll enjoy your new machine as much as I’ll be enjoying mine! (mine all mine, no share, hands off, hahaha!)

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