My Slow and Obsolete Computer
Created | Updated Apr 23, 2002
The author wishes to make it very clear that this article was written with the understanding that his computer will not run a couple video games. That lack of proficency is what drove him to write this article...To all people viewing this on a computer over 3 years old, I commend you. Thank you.
I own and operate a computer that is three years old. I am a junior in high school, and I acknowledge that it is a blessing of mine, but I will say this: When a computer comes out that is so much better than yours that you feel ashamed of your once capable friend, it has become obsolete. I have also discerned three other things: 1) No matter what, one's computer cannot and will not ever be as good as you want it to be 2) Your good friend will always have a better computer than your's and there is nothing you can do about it 3) When all else fails, get a new computer
First off, for my system, I can and do dream about how awesome it would be to run a new computer game on my system. I dream about that, but in reality, my greatest tool became my greatest failure. The ilk that stains most genuises into madness has affected my machine. My machine I classify as female. Henceforth, it will be referred to as "she." My computer is a she...a teenage she. She never wants to do anything with me anymore, she wants to go at her own pace (which is much slower than I want). She also has mood-swings like any woman that I have known (You know who you are). I recently tried upgrading her, but like any fickle woman, she rejected my best-intentioned gifts. Under all of this I know she has a good processing heart (even if it is just a Celeron). That makes it so much more hard to stay true to my woman when I go out and see so many other women computers at friends house. I don't mean to judge my friends, but they have some fast women. And they seem so easy as well. Well I don't care. I have a teenager to come home to and that keeps me where I should be. I still do go out and play around with friends' computers, but mine knows how I feel, so she allows some of it.
For as much as I have rambled on and on, personifying my computer (which is fair to do) I must say that unlike women, computers do wear out their usefullness. And so the bottom line is that when your old lady is sagging below too much...go out and get a young fast woman/machine.
I own and operate a computer that is three years old. I am a junior in high school, and I acknowledge that it is a blessing of mine, but I will say this: When a computer comes out that is so much better than yours that you feel ashamed of your once capable friend, it has become obsolete. I have also discerned three other things: 1) No matter what, one's computer cannot and will not ever be as good as you want it to be 2) Your good friend will always have a better computer than your's and there is nothing you can do about it 3) When all else fails, get a new computer
First off, for my system, I can and do dream about how awesome it would be to run a new computer game on my system. I dream about that, but in reality, my greatest tool became my greatest failure. The ilk that stains most genuises into madness has affected my machine. My machine I classify as female. Henceforth, it will be referred to as "she." My computer is a she...a teenage she. She never wants to do anything with me anymore, she wants to go at her own pace (which is much slower than I want). She also has mood-swings like any woman that I have known (You know who you are). I recently tried upgrading her, but like any fickle woman, she rejected my best-intentioned gifts. Under all of this I know she has a good processing heart (even if it is just a Celeron). That makes it so much more hard to stay true to my woman when I go out and see so many other women computers at friends house. I don't mean to judge my friends, but they have some fast women. And they seem so easy as well. Well I don't care. I have a teenager to come home to and that keeps me where I should be. I still do go out and play around with friends' computers, but mine knows how I feel, so she allows some of it.
For as much as I have rambled on and on, personifying my computer (which is fair to do) I must say that unlike women, computers do wear out their usefullness. And so the bottom line is that when your old lady is sagging below too much...go out and get a young fast woman/machine.
