I blame this sorry sight on a clean and purge binge which kicked in last spring and keeps rearing its sanitized head in inclement weather. I'm a latent clean freak who's been fighting the family clean gene for years. As a child I'd lure my best friend into a game of hide-and-seek just to clean her room while she hid.
When I unearthed my old friend Marvin, a 7100/80 Power Mac banished to unholy corners of my apartment, I vowed to get him up and running within days.
Ten months later and here we are. All I can say is, I don't want to know what a drag lib is, where to find it, or what to do with it when I do.
After two days of getting side tracked with a router for the PS3 and using words such as "configuration" and "subnet mask" I started using words like "I give up" and "I'm taking this piece of shit back, so f--- it."
When I picked up with Marvin where I left off (screaming obscenities at the monitor), I remembered how I got fat: Computer Error + Stuck Inside At This Desk = Sugar Frenzy.
The M&Ms arrived just after I bought a little candy to do a post called Nerding It Up, which now seems like a bad idea, especially after reading about Lisa's recent nutritional advances.
Good for you, Lisa.
My conclusion: This is no way to get healthy.
I feel so dirty I may drive through the car wash with my top down. Except I don't have a convertible, whoo hooo.