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I like working for the cable company.

I didn't have a particularly good day -- in fact, it was kinda crummy. I had people ask some primo questions:

• "Do you carry this channel from Chile? If you don't, I'm not interested. My parents get this channel in New Jersey."
• "Well, I put the computer upstairs because that's where the phone line is. I don't want to move it again. So, you guys don't use the phone line? The guy at Swell Computers told me your Internets are what there is. He didn't tell me about the cable wire. He said call the cable company."

Not everything I heard was an excuse, though:

• "So, I can get all that? Excellent. I had ObliqueTv but my condo association just disallowed the dish. I didn't even know you guys have high-def. See you next week!"
• "So, you guys allow the Airport (a wireless router from Apple)? Groovy! I heard you didn't. I dunno. Anyway, I'm psyched. I can't skip class, so I'll make it a Tuesday. Yeah!"
• "You can transfer me for free? Great. She may have taken the house, but I get the email. Fannnntastic."
• "Your company has some serious explaining to do, but I like you. You've been up front. Thank you."

It's a strange job, but I like it. I also like coming home to drum & bass.

I've been thinking about a Large Purchase in the near future (say, for Christmas). I keep drooling about a high-def TV. Then i realize it isn't just the TV I want -- I want the tuner, too. I want the high-def channels my company still can't provide. Then I realize I don't want high-def at all -- I just want a toy with lots of wires to fuck with. This leads me back to the idea of getting a new computer.

It's time. I have an aged machine with a lot of RAM. I avoid using it. That's wrong of me. I prefer using chaggalagirl's because it's faster and I put more work into it. Dave from work, who is a kind soul and deserves a cushier life, said to me, "what does it matter what you buy? You're going to wipe the drive and reinstall anyway. It's be chepaer than building your own." Damn if he isn't right.

So the thought is there. Whatever computer I buy will stay with me for four years. I'll slap in stuff from my old machine (the TV tuner, for example) and get it revved. So why don't I buy something wicked and be done with it? I don't need a monitor or even a mouse.

Just a gig of RAM and a fast bus.

-tired of throwing a kitty at it, Ps/d