Wha daur meddle wi me?!
I’ve been using my laptop quite a lot lately because my pc still refuses to function properly. I’ve been tempted to test its flying abilities on more than one occasion, but then what would happen to all my music and other crap I’ve accumulated over the years?
Laptops rule for the very simple reason that they were invented for: mobility! And the fact that they can come in handy when your pc stops functioning properly. Now, in the year and a half that I’ve had this thing, I must admit that I haven’t used it much at all, until these past few weeks.
Rob was at home for a few weeks because he had (has?) bursitis, and then he got tired of being at home and went back to work against doctor’s advice. His knee appears to be almost back to normal now, but I was so used to having him around 24/7 that not having him around anymore felt entirely abnormal.
So, just to kill time, I spent hours and hours watching old darts games. The 2007 International Darts League and the 2007 World Darts Trophy especially. I watched them in the computer room whilst listening to some music, and I watched them in bed when the flu floored me last week.
In the course of watching all these darts games, I developed a possibly unhealthy fascination with Gary Anderson. He’s a Scot. I like Scots. I like the accent, I like the kilts, I like pretty much everything about them. And I like Scotland. I don’t care that it’s cold and rainy there, it’s beautiful. If a Scot knocked on my door right now and said, “You! You go to Scotland with me right now!” I would just smile and nod and GO. Or maybe not.
Anyway, then something happened that destroyed my faith in technology entirely: no more sound on my laptop. It just stopped working. POOF! Sound gone. If anything else like this happens anytime soon, I will be forced to go live in a cottage in the Scottish country somewhere, away from the world of electricity and computers and their inability to FUNCTION PROPERLY!