I think I'm in love...

[katiefoolery]

I think I'm in love with my computer. Is that wrong? I mean, sure, I've been quite fond of computers in the past, despite their tendency to be incredibly irritating and/or stop working entirely. And I do like my netbook quite a lot, mostly due to its smallness, cuteness and general state of shininess.

But I think I've fallen in love with my notebook.

Maybe it's because I've always had a desktop computer as my main machine. It's rather difficult to fall in love with one of those: they're giant, they get in the way and they're damned noisy. Whereas, there's my HP, with its pretteh swirly cover, its shiny screen, its generously-sized keyboard and its relative lack of noise. Not to mention its remote control. I won't go in to how excited I was to discover the remote lets me control whatever music programme I happen to be using at the time, not just Windows Media Centre.

And I subsequently won't go in to the fact that I was excited about this despite being fully aware of the fact that I usually won't need to use said remote, because I'll be sitting right in front of my computer while I'm playing music on it.

But you never know. Maybe, one day, I'll need to use that remote and it will be so convenient when that day arrives. Provided I've remembered to keep the remote with me, rather than leaving it slotted in its housing in the computer.

EVEN SO.

I'm not alone in this laptop-love, though, am I? There must be other people out there who adore their computers and fret about them if they ever have to be sent away. Yes? Yes? Tell me yes.


P.S. I wrote more words! And I have many more stuck in my head which shall be extracted tonight, assuming I don't get distracted by the shininess that is my computer. :D

Comments

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

I cannot work out where people fit in the time to write! It's my first year back working full time, added to which are my beta-ing and vlogging commitments... and I swear I barely have time to sleep.

And now, I shall respond to your challenge right here...

It was cold and she couldn't work out why. Cold eating into her skin. Cold flowing through her veins. Cold freezing her thoughts, her movements, her existence.

It was dark, too, although it was an uninvited darkness. Like a night that had decided not to end and had forbidden the sun to rise in the morning. Unnatural and unassailable.

And really damned annoying.

The coldness was starting to fall on her skin – gentle flakes of ice that dusted her bare arms and melted into fleeting liquid. Was this the rain her grandparents had spoken of? The water that fell from the sky and was greedily drunk by the earth?

At some point, she realised she could make the darkness go away. It was simple: all she had to do was open her eyes.

All.

It turned out to be the greatest effort she had ever made in her life. Whole days seemed to pass before light greeted her sight. So bright. Too bright.

She was lying in a field of cold and powdery white... and she had no idea how she’d gotten there.

That's 183 words! Yay! I am encouraged and I have avoided an official berating in my own journal. :D

[frohike.livejournal.com]

Excellent work! And nice little ficlet btw. Keep it up. I'm off to stare at a blank page write something, damnit.

[katiefoolery.livejournal.com]

Thanks for inspiring me! I hope your own writing's going well tonight.