Let’s discuss how I don’t like change. For example, I don’t. So when we strolled into Best Buy to look at new laptops and it didn’t look like, oh, let’s say 1998, I was a wee bit disgruntled. Where are the shelves and shelves of computer games? Every movie you could ever want to purchase?
Clue: not there.
In an incident that everyone in the house claims no knowledge of, my laptop suffered some kind of calamity in which it fell from here–
–all the way over to there. And the side cracked. But not just the side, but the side underneath the AC adaptor port. And apparently, that’s not just a quick fix, but a “send to the manufacturer and have them replace the ENTIRE MOTHERBOARD” kind of repair. Because the stupid thing won’t charge.
Pre-color run Heather says, “Apox on you.”
Sooooo, here I am, blogging on my cellphone app. Writing? In notebooks. I looked at the sales child at Best Buy (because he had to have been like, 17) and said, “I’ve used a computer since I was three and I’m not sure I can emotionally handle the next few weeks.”
He probably did this because I was three 30 years ago. In 1985. Which was possibly an entire decade before he was born.
Post Color Run Heather is smiling because she has a medal, can legally drink, and doesn’t have to do homework anymore. And has Sponge Bob knee socks.
You know, I wish I could vacation in the 1980s and 1990s. I had this discussion with The Hubs Saturday night, along with the Timeline of Pants I’ve worn since 1995. Which, in case you’re curious is as follows:
- Old Navy
But think about. Classic computer games! Clear Pepsi! The Brat Pack! Ralph Macchio looking exactly like Ralph Macchio! Awesome toys and music and TV shows and laughing in the face of danger–WHY? Because we travelled places without cellphones and paper maps. There was no Internet. There were Dot Matrix printers and magical things called disc drives! Rotary phones! Crimped hair and enormous perms!! Life was slower then. Maybe we were all weighed down by shoulder pads.
The Hubs said, “How old are you now? 78?”
So, for the time being, no updated newsletter. Slooooow writing. Even slower salacious fan fiction writing (wait, who said that?). I’ll be here, blogging from my phone, emailing from my phone, writing on paper, and crimping my hair.
I am unable to quit, as I am currently too legit.