Sep 04 2007
Pappa’s Got A Brand New Bag (And By Bag, I Mean Laptop)
Based upon a variety of factors, my old laptop — a Dell Inspirion — is quite utterly, a disaster.
It's about 4 years old (the same age as my emotional state), it was abused as my secondary "work" computer during the last 3 years I practiced law (uggh, the mere thought of doing legal work at this point just gives me the freaking "willies"), it has been with me across several continents now, and it has been subjected to conditions that one could euphemistically describe as "harsh."
In short, it has seen better days.
Additionally, I have learned the hard way that it's not the best "traveling" computer either. It's heavy as all get-out (in the range of 8-9 pounds with battery), the screen is broken and won't even stand up without the use of books or other items propping it up (much like myself, come to think of it), the outer casing is cracked in various locations allowing me to see more of it's computer guts, and sometimes it simply refuses to cooperate at all.
Action needed to be taken. And I'm back in Singapore, which is the alleged "cheapo electronics" capital of the world. So, when in Rome … uhh, I guess you buy something, right? Riiight.
Oh, I bought something. I realllllly bought something. In fact, I am the proud new owner of this miracle of modern technology — the Sony Vaio TZ.
Holy shit, this thing is the fuckin' mac-daddy, mutha fuckas!!
The thing only weighs 1.2 pounds. It's got an 11.1 inch screen. It's got over 12 hours of battery life. It's got a fingerprint reader so I don't have to deal with any more goddamn passwords. And it's got a shock protection G-Sensor Hard Drive - which is better for traveling (I would have to do a system restore on my old one every time it would take a big bump on an Indo public bus).
Yeah, you women can have yer shoes, and yer handbags, and yer makeup, … or yer whatever — I've got my VAIO; I said I got my VAIO to keep me warm.
Well now, if y'all will excuse me, I'm gonna hole up in my room and whisper sweet nothings into its built-in microphone allllll night. Just you and me, love … just you and me.
Where are you two crazy kids registered?
Do keep in mind that while your new love may be a hottie, iKnow it ain’t the Mac Daddy, Mommie or even 3rd-cousin-twice-removed.