Canburger will be here on February 17th!!
I set up the new Mac yesterday. All went well except for a few errors on two DVDs while transferring data. (I’m going to bring them to work and have my work PC try to read them. I’d hate to lose those photos!) Hopefully in the next few days I’ll have everything transferred over, set up, and ready to go. I feel a bit off kilter sans PC.
I’m trying my hardest to get one of these:
Haha! Cheezburger has can.
You started out as a store special. Little did you know how special you would really become.
I inherited you as a Christmas gift; you were my very first PC. Sure, I’d used many others, but you were MINE. And in the following years, as the opportunities presented themselves, I worked to make you faster, smarter, and more powerful. You were the first PC I’d taken apart and rebuilt. I gave you writing abilities you’d only previously dreamed about.
You were a shape shifter, changing from a black and grey rectangle to a silver and blue kitteh with an ominous green glow emanating from your backside. Rrow! Your screen was sleeked down and your speakers pumped up. Even on your death bed you looked and sounded awesome.
We went through a few breakups, a few hookups, a lot of writing, and a lot of photo work. You survived four moves and a few inches of water flooding the apartment, not to mention the fur of three (sometimes five) cats circling around your cooling fans. Together we discovered the hilarity that is the lolcat. And I don’t want to forget about the music. Gigs and gigs of music, all sitting on your hard drive.
But then… something happened. You became picky about allowing the mouse and keyboard to work. You started disliking USB devices. I got a little worried, but couldn’t find anything wrong. You seemed to get better, only to relapse a few months later. Again, like a phoenix, you went through a rebirth of willingness to work. I was careful in dealing with your idiosyncrasies and we were fine for a while. But then, well, I guess you’d had enough. The last time you said goodbye forever.
It was a fast goodbye. The last website you visited was lolsecretz.com. The last program to run was Nero. And then you stepped into the light.
I’ll miss you. I’m keeping your case to recycle it into something. A DVD holder, maybe, or a inbox. Something desktop worthy to remain in my life for another several years.
May you rest in pieces. I’ll invest the tax write off from donating your working parts wisely.
*taps playing in background*
R.I.P. my beloved PC. You served me well.
PALM BEACH GARDENS, Fla. – Some kitty math: How many lives did little tabby Gracie Mae use up when she crawled into her owner’s suitcase, went through an airport X-ray machine, got loaded onto a plane, thrown onto a baggage belt and mistakenly picked up by a stranger far from home?
“She’s got to be at four or five now,” Seth Levy said after his 10-month-old pet was returned Sunday night by a kind stranger who went home to Fort Worth, Texas, with the wrong bag and Gracie inside to boot.
The last time Levy’s wife, Kelly, saw Gracie was before she took her husband to the airport. The 24-year-old went back to her house in Palm Beach Gardens late Friday to find the bottom step, where Gracie would usually be waiting, empty.
She tore the house apart looking for the cat, who had been spayed just days before. She and her dad took out bathroom tiles and part of a cabinet to check a crawl space and papered the neighborhood with “lost cat” signs.
Then she got a phone call.
“Hi, you’re not going to believe this, but I am calling from Fort Worth, Texas, and I accidentally picked up your husband’s luggage. And when I opened the luggage, a cat jumped out,” Kelly Levy quoted the caller saying.
Rob Carter said he made it home with the suitcase before realizing it wasn’t his — and there was a big surprise inside.
“I went to unpack and saw some of the clothes and saw it wasn’t my suitcase,” he said. “I was going to close it, and a kitten jumped out and ran under the bed. I screamed like a little girl.”
Carter said that he eventually was able to get the cat to come out from under the bed.
“In the morning, I got close enough to see its collar and the phone number on it,” he said. “So I called the number and got a hold of the crying wife of the traveler.”
The tabby made the 1,300-mile trip home on an $80 plane ticket. Carter said he considered keeping the cat before he knew she had a home.
“We were going to name it Suitcase,” he said.
(What frightens me is the suitcase passed through security without anyone noticing a moving skeleton inside of it.)
Person 1: Heh, Yeah. The doctor asked about my childhood and I laughed. And then didn’t make another appointment.
Person 1: I’m this close to going over the edge. If I’m not in on Thursday-
Person 2: I’ll check the police blotter.
Person 1: *Loud and extremely long flatuance*
Person 1: Cliff!!
Person 2, upstairs and out of sight: Oh don’t you even TRY to blame that on him!
Person 1: …
Person 2: If he had that much air in him he’d have popped!