As I sit here in front of the TV with my brand new laptop, I am feeling quite smug in the knowledge that I managed to do the following all by myself, with nary a call to Dell tech support;
- Connect to my wireless router to access the internet
- Connect to my other two PCs wirelessly
- Connect to my printer and actually print something
- Figure out all the stupid crap involved with Vista and its annoying security questions, which is remarkably like the PC/MAC commercial on TV: “Windows is requesting access to ____ program. Accept or Deny. That kind of question gets asked a lot. It’s freaking annoying.
The other day, I woke up feeling this unquenchable need. A need for a laptop computer. I’ve been comtemplating this purchase off and on for awhile, but that day I decided to take a look on the Dell website. Ordering a computer online is too incredibly easy – it ought to be illegal to order shit this expensive online – because before I knew it, I was looking at a Submit Order button, which I quickly clicked on before I could think twice about it. Then I spent the entire day muttering to myself “I can’t fucking believe I did that.”
I don’t usually make purchases on a whim. I’m a planner and a researcher. I like to know exactly what I’m doing and when I’m going to do it. I’ve purchased all of my computers online, but only after much contemplation and after making sure I was getting the best possibly deal. This felt different. This felt almost illicit in its spontaneousness.
So here I sit, with my new lover, blogging and watching a true crime show – at the same time. In my living room. How racy is that? Next I’m going to order a couple of gifts from the Barnes & Noble website. Watch out, I’m a wild woman now.