In which technology is simultaneously terrible and awesome

My power adapter died yesterday. That sounds too calm, like it went peacefully, in its sleep. No. It was worse than that. It started chirping first. I think something in it exploded. Then when I attempted to plug it into the wall, that's when it started making noises that one would generally only hear in a roost.

Panic set in.

My computer is an appendage of mine. When it is in need of updates, we are, together, out-of-date. When it experiences buffer overflow, I similarly overflow with empathic despair. When it is without power, I too sluggishly grope around for some kind of motivation.

I think my computer was trying to communicate with me. It has been through a lot this quarter. Many more papers than usual. More research. Less time to play solitaire. It is tired; it is out of power. Oh, I feel ya, man.

Anyways, I'll spare the gory details, but hours of driving to every tech store in Sacramento and having to deal with more human beings than I typically care to in a single day and $110 later, all is okay.

But do know this, Sony: you are on my naughty list. May these beastly economic times fall especially hard upon you!

On a lighter note, I finally have had a chance to play with my new favorite toy, which was gifted to me awhile ago and has (sadly) not been used until now. But that has changed, as I needed some sort of reaffirmation after the power adapter death that technological things are, indeed, good. Also, as the end of the quarter approaches and I get more and more behind in my reading, I am in massive need of some good procrastinatory (is that a word?) shenanigans.

So, with that being said, feast your eyes:




I realize it's not quite yet Magritte, but I think with some practice, I just might get there.

In any case, this stunning, masterful, perfect piece of artwork (move aside, da Vinci!) is not only my inaugural work, but it is also the conception of Matt's and my hot, hot love affair.

Don't be jealous.