My 'puter. I stepped on my mac during hurricane Wilma and it left a big streak going down the monitor. I stepped on it last year and cracked the case. I have seriously dropped it twice cracking the case in more than three places. I have spilt numerous drinks on it and messed with the keyboard to the point that the keys have popped off. A pound of pug dog hair is under the keys and lord knows what else is in there. Day before yesterday I dropped it again and the touch pad popped out. There are two big holes in the casing. I put it back together again as best I could, but the logic board crashed. I tried zapping the pram and praying over it, but nothing worked. So my puter is in the puter hospital and I should get it back tomorrow. If someone gave me a pc right now, I still wouldn't use it. I'd rather pound the keys of my little white iBook. I haven't done one thing to the system softward in three years. Hell, I hardly ever turned the thing off. My hard drive has been to hell and back, but it is still serving me well.

In any event, I just read Atros' blog about pc's and macs. It sill gives me the heebie jeebies when I remember those skinny blue men who soundlessly squiggled and squirmed about in the pc ads a couple of years ago. Did that ad make sense? I don't understand PC people of any kind.  ¶ 12:13 PM