I have a computer now. *blinks several times, then looks around, frowning* Does anyone else hear the theme song to The Outer Limits?

Eh. Anyway. My brother is moving next weekend, and decided now would be a good time to drive up and give me his old computer…complete with beat-up computer desk. Not that I have a problem with hand-me-downs. I’m the youngest of three kids, and my brother is eight years older than me, my sister five years older than him. I’m used to getting things that are, shall we say, battle-worn. I’ve gotten some pretty cool stuff over the years taking in cast-offs (my first Star Wars toy was my brother’s discarded Han Solo figure. To this day, they just look wrong to me without the nose smashed off).

But, um. Yeah. Mostly I’m just weirded out by the actual having of a computer. I’m also kind of frustrated by the fact that it has fits if I try to set it the resolution at 1024×768. It just supports my theory that technology is evil, and 800×600 is the devil’s bloody, crusted-over spunk.

On the upside? Renton is my start-up sound. ^^