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desperanceOkay, that's done, then. I have ordered the Laptop of Heavenly Perfection.
And it may indeed be as wonderful as I can persuade myself that it is; or it may be another thing altogether, an act of rank folly. Either way, I can't actually afford it, but hey. This is why we have debts, yes? To shuffle them around, from one account to another? So long as I die before they actually catch up and overtake me, all will be well. Hell, I'm even going to die creditably, in credit: this house is worth more than I owe, and I don't have to leave it to anyone else.
On the other hand, of course, I don't plan to die for a while yet, and galloping debts may indeed overtake some slow beast slouching towards Bethlehem. At which point - well, hey. At least I tried.
Anyway, the theory says that the Laptop of Heavenly Perfection will cause me to earn more money than it costs, simply by writing more. Lots more, hopefully. I think this is a lovely theory, and I'm clinging to it until it's disproved.
And it hath wi-fi. I'm entitled to wi-fi, aren't I? Every writer I know hath wi-fi...
And so on. Oh, the lovely arguments. Now I shall beat myself up until it arrives (days away! days and days! I could get very bored, even with myself!), and then I shall be anxious and fretful until it's charged up and working, and then I shall fret more over getting Linux onto it (or trying to, and very likely failing, and needing gurus), and then I shall fret over how and where and when to use it, and and and. My neurotic life, let me show you it...
But! Laptop of Heavenly Perfection! On its way!!
And it may indeed be as wonderful as I can persuade myself that it is; or it may be another thing altogether, an act of rank folly. Either way, I can't actually afford it, but hey. This is why we have debts, yes? To shuffle them around, from one account to another? So long as I die before they actually catch up and overtake me, all will be well. Hell, I'm even going to die creditably, in credit: this house is worth more than I owe, and I don't have to leave it to anyone else.
On the other hand, of course, I don't plan to die for a while yet, and galloping debts may indeed overtake some slow beast slouching towards Bethlehem. At which point - well, hey. At least I tried.
Anyway, the theory says that the Laptop of Heavenly Perfection will cause me to earn more money than it costs, simply by writing more. Lots more, hopefully. I think this is a lovely theory, and I'm clinging to it until it's disproved.
And it hath wi-fi. I'm entitled to wi-fi, aren't I? Every writer I know hath wi-fi...
And so on. Oh, the lovely arguments. Now I shall beat myself up until it arrives (days away! days and days! I could get very bored, even with myself!), and then I shall be anxious and fretful until it's charged up and working, and then I shall fret more over getting Linux onto it (or trying to, and very likely failing, and needing gurus), and then I shall fret over how and where and when to use it, and and and. My neurotic life, let me show you it...
But! Laptop of Heavenly Perfection! On its way!!
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Date: 2008-01-02 06:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-01-02 07:40 pm (UTC)http://www.mandarintools.com/worddict.html
although, given my level of ignorance of all Chinese dialects, it's probably just asking for trouble to fiddle around there.