lappertopper

Well I finally cracked it with my little laptop. It was a great buy at the time, but I was gradually killing it with the processing loads I was placing on it. Like the internet … AND email. I know. Machines were not built for such massive tasks. Anyway, I finally threw my toys, called the laptop the C word (which I never use), and I believe I even pounded my fists on the floor in frustration. Wah wah. It’s all about me. GLAD YOU WERE PAYING ATTENTION, yes it is all about me. So I made Mr. T do my research (he’s very good at this. Best tyres for the car? Which kind of coffee is good value but doesn’t taste like it came out the back of a civet? What kind of laptop should I buy?) and we were off to about a dozen computer and notebook stores. Only to end up buying a laptop in Officeworks. How pedestrian. However it is light and widescreen and has a webcam built into its face. I don’t think I like that bit. After extensive webcam testing it seems I am blotchy and pale and tend to squint in an earnest yet piglike manner. There won’t be any webcam shots around here anytime soon. There go my potential earnings as a camgirl. Oh, and the reason for the purchase was that I can salary sacrifice a laptop with my new job, meaning what with pre-tax dollars I end up paying half the price. I don’t know whether I mentioned that the amount of tax I pay is so horrific that I am singlehandedly funding the EastLink freeway, so if there’s a bit of bridge missing you can blame my need for technology. Sorry about that.

What can I give you? Here’s a cameraphone shot, courtesy of the 1.2 megapixel camera. Remember 1.2 megapixels? When that was the best thing ever? Damn right you do, you’re Old Skool. Unfortunately we all are. Those were the days, my friend.

This is the Arts Centre taken by me waiting for a tram. I live in hope that soon it will be light when I leave work. Roll on, summer.