My "New" Computer (from Husband)
Well, I must admit, I sure have missed my husband this week. He’s living in our new place in Northern California, and we are following him there soon. Because this blog was created solely for the purpose of me to complain about annoying habits, I don’t often mention how handsome and unbelievably sweet my husband is. Despite the annoying habits, clothes, decisions, ideas, handy work, and so on described in this blog, I am a very lucky woman.
However, this “computer” is not one one of my luckiest strikes. Years ago, when my husband was contracting (rarely), we bought this thing called a renderfarm for a LOT of money. We were TOTALLY poor. This renderfarm was, of course, for my husband’s job. I always enjoyed spending money for his job, rather than paying rent. Okay, move forward several years: by the time he worked his way into big studios, the renderfarm was outdated. I said, “Time to get rid of this crap.” But noooooooo, Husband insists, we might need it someday.
And as a writer, one day, I needed a new computer. Somehow, he talked me into using this crap. Notice, it has no floppy disk drive. It has no working CD drive (though I believe there is a “fake” CD drive there that my husband used to convince me to take this thing). Notice the huge attractive handles. And don’t overlook the on and off button–oh, sorry, that’s right, there is no on and off button. There is a switch, but don’t be fooled–it doesn’t turn the thing off. You push the switch down, and the “computer” (which is actually a SERVER) goes off for a second, then it comes back on even though you are still holding it down. When you take your finger off of it, it goes back up anyway. The switch acts kind of moody and angry, and basically, I just leave this thing on at all times because trying to turn it off is just way too complex and time-consuming.
So there you have it. I supported my husband’s film industry career by working hard and getting him contracts. He supported my writing job by getting me a “computer” (aka server) with no disk drive, CD drive, on or off switch, but that does, thank heaven, have useful handles and the sharp edges won’t cut you as long as you don’t bump into it.
