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Over the few weeks past I grew from being tired of my old computer, to being frustrated with and by it, to needing to step away from it lest someone, or something be injured. Friday was pivotal in my Jedi Geek training. I decided to buy a new computer. I felt a lightness only those who have experienced unexplainable shutdowns and screen freeze-ups suddenly feel when that dread has been lifted. I logged on to the old guy and did a little research about new computers, trying not to let on to what I was up to. I think it knew what was going on, and accepted its fate. I contacted my Sith Lord to make sure that I would be able to transfer all my documents, photos, bookmarks, etc...from the old to the new. (I love thumb drives. I love 'em, I love 'em, I love 'em!) I called my ISP and discovered that the hook-up should be "plug and play." (Search "plug and play" in this blog. I dare you.) I could just re-install FileMaker. It seemed so straightforward that on Saturday night I couldn't get to sleep straight away because I was worried that it really couldn't be THAT easy. Sunday, I went to the store which my research had shown to offer the model I was to buy, at the best price. We went inside and waited a few minutes before someone offered to help us. I said what I was looking for, asked a few questions, the answers to which I had already learned from reading the box, and said I'd take it. That was it. Really. I spent about as much time looking through PEZ dispensers at the candy store earlier that day. There was a bit of an adrenalin rush. And Dear Reader, guess what? It was as easy as I had thought it really couldn't have been as earlier reported in these lines. I did have to call the ISP folks for a wee bit of help. That call ended with me thanking the person on the other end of the line, and wishing them a "great evening." Then I burned my first CD. It was, it is, 170 photos from the Special Olympics softball and bocce tournament, held here in Eugene on Saturday. That's the day between the decision to buy, and the actual purchase. Sweet! Like way chilly! (Search that phrase in this blog as well. I double dog dare you!) Friday was interesting for another reason as well. I stumbled across an objet d'art high on a shelf at work. It was hiding under a little tarp-like cover that was covered in substantial dust. Really substantial dust. It was an old Royal typewriter. I cleaned it up a bit and found a place for it in the cubicle. A perfect fit. In every sense.