Good Glittery (but not pink) Luck

            Popping in for a spell just to let y’all know what’s up.

So my computer broke horribly a few months ago. After having the PC get first lost, and then all but <i>stolen</i> by the local technician in whom I had placed my trust to remedy the matter, I finally recovered my machine and got the darn thing sent into the manufacturer to get a repair estimate. I was promptly told that the cost of a repair would be roughly equal to the cost of a brand new laptop—as in, a repair would cost me $691.00. Fuck that shit. To me it was clear that getting a brand new machine would be a better buy, so after months of scrounging and saving and overclocking at work, I bought a new laptop.  

            Finally, right?

            The process of purchasing said laptop took all of today and most of the past few weeks. It’s sorta been my pet project (although since I’m OCD it was less of a pet and more of a crotchety Viking dragon bent on eating my soul toes-first, but lets not split hairs). My time has been monopolized by rallying all my techy buddies from work and school, pleading with them to advise me on which brands to pursue, scouring the internet for customer reviews, looking at consumer reports, harassing every store in town to shop prices, and finally deciding on what I wanted: a Sony Vaio, colored pink.

            Unfortunately, every store in town was out of stock of the pink model but one, and their lone pink PC lacked the BluRay player that came standard with the other, more mundanely colored models. Seeing as how this BluRay-less pink version cost the same amount at the black and white versions that had the BluRay players, I deduced that the pink did not, alas, possess the most technical bang for my buck (although its sheer fabulosity sorely tempted my lust for all things hysterical, as if had been made to spite my otherwise frugal nature).

But, I was not to be deterred. There was always the internet. I hoped to order a PC that possessed a BluRay player (and also happened to be pink, and also happened to be the exact model I wanted) straight from the manufacturer. However, in my search I discovered something saddening: the pink model with the BluRay player has been temporarily discontinued. My world devolved into a realm characterized by horror and lack of glitter.

At first I wanted to wait for them to bring the pink back out, but since there’s no telling when that will, if ever, happen, and since I need the laptop for school in less than a week and I’m an impatient fucker, I went with a more professional black model. This is probably for the best, seeing as how I was getting the pink mainly in order to be  more obnoxious than I already am, and I don’t exactly need help in that department. I do mourn the lack of pink to some degree, but the computer I ended up with I can tell is destined for greatness (not to mention a coat of glitter varnish), so… no great loss. I’ll glam it up myself, no problem.

“But wait,” you’re probably asking, “why the hell am I supposed to care about your stupid pink PC and tendency toward the overuse of sparkly art supplies?”

That’s sort of a trick question, because you probably won’t care even when I tell you that the computer is being shipped to me and it should be at my home in only a few days—and that means Future Talk will be starting back up again!

            I plan on reviving the weekly updates starting very, very soon. I have about 4,000 words of the next chapter typed out and it shouldn’t take me long to start being more productive. Knock on wood and cross your fingers; the end is nigh just in time for FT’s two year anniversary!

            …dear god, people. Future Talk is turning TWO. I feel old.