Saturday, December 8, 2012

Driving in Russia

I am the kind of person who buys a new computer and then lets it sit in the box.

This became clear to me after I bought a new computer and, yes, let it sit in the box.  A box which is  currently skulking in bag under my bed, actively shaming me as I type this blog entry on the computer I'd decided was too old and sickly to be viable.

It's something to do with the difficulty of the changeover.  The transferring of the data, plus the installing of the new programs and the rediscovering of the passwords my browser previously took care of and the wiping of the old hard drive and the disposal of the old machine-

How much easier, to fire up the ancient, ailing standby?

The fact that I am this kind of person- an irrational, box-sitting crazy person- came as a surprise to me.  After all, I'm nothing if not dutiful: an everyday exerciser, a caller-on-your-birthday.  

But perhaps the most disconcerting thing about being human is our scope for failing to understand, at a basic level, who the hell we are.

To which point I can only add that, yes, I wasted thirteen minutes watching this.  Woah.


Anonymous said...

Argh! A caller-on-your-birthday! The shame! (I mean the fact that I never called or emailed you on your birthday, despite remembering it a few days before the actual day and a few days after.) Anyway, happy birthday! Hope it was a great one! Love, M

Andrew said...

I will second that: woah.