It shall be MINE!

After a flurry of indecision, a disapointing lack of credit history*, and a flurry of credit card confusion, my order from Toshiba is now listed as 'being packed.' By this they mean (the nice phone lady tells my father), that all of the various parts that make the laptop a laptop and not a paperweight are being packed into the laptop carcasse by nice underpaid people in China.

Well, she didn't put it quite like that.

I have a bit over a week to wait while the mysterious denizens of the Middle Kingdom take a sad, lonely Satelite M40 case and configure it with an SXGA+ screen, 128 Mb nVidia card, and gigawig of Ram...then it shall wing it's way across the ocean TO ME!

In all likelyhood it will arrive just after we leave for Turkey day break, obviating the obvious reason why I bought it as quickly as I did (besides the free shipping, free printer/scanner, free router, free bag deal...), and making me have to call the one benighted soul in Olympia who hasn't left for the food fest, so they can rescue it off of my porch and get it safely out of the rain.

*My credit history, by the by, is perfect. In fact, I tend to pay off my debts before the scheduled pay off date. It is also SHORT, which happens if you manage to survive for awhile with no debt at all. Also, my most recent credit history is with Ye Old Parental Savings'n'Loan, which, while a marvelous and nominally interest free** institution, does not have the official pomp nessecary for, say, $1900 laptop purchases.

**There will be no collection of monetary interest. Guilt, dishes, and chores are assesed by the loan-granting institution.

Lo, how the mighty have fallen

"Have you SEEN a God? THEY'RE HUGE!" -Dran/Johnny

"What's in your bag of holding?"
"Rations...spear...dead gnome..."

I think last night might have been the first time I drank a bottle of beer with unmitigated enjoyment.

Even though my character was absolutly useless, it /was/ amusing. OK, guys, I'm hooked - the fantasy nut has finally stooped to D&D.

I need to go buy my self dice and a little people, but as they say in Something Positive "That's the smell of shame...back away slowly." Gaming stores are scary.

If I was a gnome, I'd ride a gnu.