Unbelievable.

I miss my laptop sooooo much.  Part 2.

The Teenager sat me down last night for “a talk”.

He carefully explained to me that while he didn’t mind me using his computer, it was important that i remember to show a little more respect and reverse any changes i make to his desktop settings when i’m done so as not to interrupt his computer experience once he gets back on his machine.

It was all i could do not to twitch, slouch, pout, whine and make excuses about the non-existent ergonomics, the filthy desk, my back and neck pain, his ridiculously high monitor resolution that decreases desktop icons to the size of pinpricks, etc., etc. 

Instead, I hung my head, apologized and promised to do better next time.

…and yes (in case you’re wondering), his talk bore a striking resemblance to a chat i’d had with him a few months back when he’d borrowed my laptop. 

oh well, at least he kept a straight face through most of it…

Siiiiiiiiigggggghhhhhhhh……

Imissmy laptop sooo much. 

Sinceit’s off forrepairs, I’mcurrently usingthe Teenager’spooter inthe basement which as you cantell has a malfunctioning keyboard space bar. 

Iaskedhim why didn’t he/fix replaceit? First, hejust looked atmelikei was insane (cuz of course ishouldknow by now that all hisfunds go strictly forvideogames and gaming paraphernalia).  Now,this child just spent severalhundred dollarsreplacinghis PS2gaming systemwhich he’d sold a couple yearsagoandsince regretted (cuzthey have the BEST games,mom!)and allthe gameshe’d had with it. He hasHUGE (like think’80s huge)$80 earphones to gowith histiny littleMP3(cuz it’sfunny in an ironic way andthey lookcool withthe ‘fro,duuuuh?). 

So when iaskhim whyhis keyboardhas missingbuttonsand has keys thatstick hisresponse tomeis “TYPE harder” andthen toproceeds todemonstratetome how i must HAMMER each key totypea bloody sentence.

Whatever.

Andifthisdamn keyboard wasn’t badenuf,i’malsosittingathis desk surroundedby violentvideogames (Most Wanted!Fear!CounterStrike!Enemy Territory!Battlefield!Ghost Recon!,etc.,etc.), dirty dishes,assortedcrap,dustbunnies andoldfoodstains,(despitethefactthathe’ssupposedtocleanthebasementevery weekend).  And I’mpretty sure every few keys strokessomething jumps upfrombetweenthekeys – i’mhoping it’sjust crumbs but mostly trying really hardnottothinkabout it. 

Sooo not conducive togood beady karma….

Now i’vegot lotstosay (as usual) and icould surmount my current pooter conditions however,this last issue is what doesmein every time and explains why i can’t spendmuch more than 15mins at his desk (just enough tocheck my emailand blog stats).

Flexibility. 

yup.  His pootersetup wouldmake an ergonomics expert burstinto fullblown whackedout,outtacontrol, sobbing tears.  Now i’ve seenhimworkandneverthought twiceabout his contortedbody position (are TeenagerseverNOT in somecontortedbody position???) but experiencingit myselfissomething completely different.  the monitor and cpu are tothe left but the keyboardfacesforwardsoifyou sit inthe chair facingforwardthen you havetotwistyourhead to the left toseethe monitor.  BUT becauseof the spacetakenup by the videogames the keyboardmustfaceforward soimagine- my wholebody andneckaretwistedtothe left but my arms and shouldersaretwistedtothe right…

huh.

I suppose the Teenager’s supple adolescence makes thisa non-issue howeverformy much lesssupple and flexiblemiddle-aged(whiletotally maintainingthe appearanceofultimate youth andhotness, of course) body is suffering.  withinabout 5mins of typingmyneck andshoulders usually start toache andright now mybackisstarting tothrob right in the area whereit’s twisted.

Ow.

Ihope y’allappreciatethe sacrifice i’vemade in typing this tokeep you upto date.  I’dplanned toposta pic as well but to behonestithink i’vereached my limit.  Will try again tomorrow. Right now i gottago findthe Tiger Balm…

p.s.OOOOOWWW!!!!!My neck hurts…

p.p.s. that Fearvideogame is actually pretty awesome.

p.p.p.s. good grief,i’mtrapped!  ithinkmy leftleghas fallen asleep!