If it's one thing that pisses me off, it's a computer that's outlived its usefulness.
Kris' old
G4 Mac has been around since '03, and, in computer years, that makes it sorta like
Dick Clark. Only, unlike Dick Clark,
its fall from glory hasn't been so absolutely horrifying. At first, it merely took longer to launch iTunes. Then, it had to really think about how to open iTunes. Then, you couldn't have any other applications open while opening up iTunes. And finally, the computer would get frozen just
trying to open iTunes.
There was only one way to take care of this Dick Clark-ish computer: we had to get it a flashy, young
Ryan Seacrest computer to help it along as it faded from our daily lives.
...and that's
exactly what we did.
Being the mega-nerd that I am, I nabbed an iMac from the Apple store and was able to transfer all of Kris' old files and programs off her previous dinosaur computer and hook up the new iMac in an evening (excluding her iPhoto and iTunes libraries, which took all the next day due to their size). Personally,
I would think that receiving a flashy, new computer - and having your husband set the entire, damn thing up for you - would be more than enough to make
any woman as happy as can be.
But Kris?
"Wait... there's no number pad on the keyboard?"
Seriously?!I didn't think anyone outside accountants even used the number pad on a keyboard anymore. Evidently my wife is an accountant. Despite the fact that the enclosed iMac keyboard was
a.) incredibly small and thin,
b.) a $60 value, and
c.) f****n'
wireless, she really,
really missed those 10 or so keys that make up the standard number pad.
So, being the heroic husband that I am, I went back into the Apple store in hopes of exchanging the wireless, number pad-less model with the one she preferred. Of course, the tech folk at Apple gave me a hard time about it (despite the fact I was in the store less than 24 hours prior, dropping $1400), but after I rose all sorts of hell in their store, and refused to cede an inch in my quest, I ended up obtaining the desired keyboard.
In addition, because I'm such a pain in the ass, I ended up keeping the original, wireless version as well. For
free.
Huzzah.
So now Kris has her ultimate set-up. Hooray for her, hooray for our Ryan Seacrest computer. But what about
Dick Clark? What happens to her old, reliable computer that saw her through seven or eight years of emailing, budgeting, picture management, and jam loving?
We gave it to the kids. Observe:
Yes, I swiped most of the unneeded apps and erased all of her previous files off the harddrive, renamed the primary user, installed a few new kid-appropriate programs, imported a
ton of children's music and nature sounds, and -
voila! - the girls have a new entertainment system in their bedroom.
I'm awesome.
...yet, some of you may be saying to yourselves, "Well, Kris got a new iMac, and the girls got a new stereo/DVD player/internet browser for their room... what about Brian?
What the hell about Brian?!"
I hear you. And I took care of it.
The good thing about dropping $1200 on your spouse is that you can get away with spending $100 on yourself and there's really not a whole hell of a lot she can say about it. With my $100, I bought us the
Apple TV.
Now, from the comfort of our living room furniture (which may be the next household item replaced, at the rate our children wage war upon it), we can browse both Kristina's iTunes library as well as my own, as well as view our iPhoto libraries, movies and podcasts, as well as stream YouTube, TV shows, and cinema. For $100, I'd say it's a steal.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go high-five myself in the mirror.
Awesome,
Brian