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Oh crap

Our IT-guy's just come up to inform me that my new PC has arrived, and he'll be setting it up for me in a minute. OS: Windows XP! The crappo Home Edition! Why the hell cannot hp fork out for XP Professional. Bloody cost cutting initiative ::grumble grumble::

And OK, it's true that several times on a daily basis, I can be heard threatening my PC with dire consequences if it doesn't stop its habit of crashing every 10 seconds...but still, I'm not sure I want to let go of it now. It's sort of grown on me. And it's got WinNT on it, which I almost like. Well, at least I know how it works, where to find stuff. I've seen the XP graphics and I do not like them.

No, I am most definitely not a happy bunny.

And since I'm not a happy bunny, let me also take the time to confess that despite my best intentions, nay, strong resolve even, I have not been able to stick to my plan and ignore the sales this year in an effort to improve my current financial situation.
How many frigging handbags do I need?

I try to justify the purchase of this gorgeous black leather Italian bag with 2 compartments and 3 (!) hidden pockets, 4 zippers and 2 nice long straps by reminding myself that the strap broke on the purse I had with me the other day...but there's this tiny little voice in the back of my mind that keeps reminding me as well that I've got at least some 15 other perfectly serviceable bags that have only been used once or twice and in some instances, never, in the back of the closet and it would have been far cheaper if I'd upgraded one of these to the status of everyday bag. I can understand why I would discount the Saks 5th Avenue one (because it's dark brown with a fur trim, so totally inappropriate to the current season), but there's the Gucci I got at Malpensa airport back in the days when the Italians still had their ludicrously funny money that had far too many zeroes to be taken seriously; and the brown/green/beige stripey one I got in Rome; the red suede one I bought to go with my red suede heels but which for some reason, I never remembered I had whenever I wore the shoes; and all the rest...

Oh crap. I suck at economising.


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Jul. 28th, 2003 06:20 am (UTC)
Ooh, techno look on the LJ! Very interesting!

Okay, here's some incentive to help prevent purchasing things you may not need - you need to save your money for the trip over here next year LOL! Does that help?

And I sympathize on the new computer. I wouldn't want Windows XP either - when I got this computer, I specifically requested Windows 2000 Pro instead of XP. On the other hand, I have heard a fair amount of good stuff about XP, so it most likely will work out okay.
Jul. 28th, 2003 09:09 am (UTC)
I like XP
Well, someone has to.

I have XP pro at home and I have to say it has some very neat features. Also several very annoying ones. I do get a bit fed up with my computer talking to me as if it always knows best. And the graphics are irritating. And naff. But PowerPoint is cool and I can due neat little animations and stuff. To be fair, we still use 2000 at work and I don't know XP as well as I should. I mean, how fancy does it need to be to connect to the internet and write fanfics?

You have a handbag with 3 hidden pockets? You'll never find your keys again...

And Jules is right. You need all your dosh for that sexy but oh so tasteful new outfit and perfect shoes that will sweep James off his feet and into your bed next June.

Mind you, if we are all sharing a room...
Aug. 8th, 2003 01:42 am (UTC)
Re: I like XP
I like XP. Well, someone has to.

That makes two of us, then. I know what I said last week, but that was before I'd had a chance to work with it. And I've managed to neutralise some of the annoying features you mention...unfortunately, most have proven to exasperatingly tenacious. But on the whole -- I don't hate it. Still miss my old FileManager, though.
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