Return To The Machine

I just got my desktop computer on the Internet. Which seems a little strange, actually. This is my DAW (digital audio workstation), which I didn’t want to connect to the Internet, but I have to admit that it’ll be nice to be able to just upload stuff instead of putting it on my flashcard and ferrying stuff from here to the living room to upload it on the laptop.
I’ve essentially been without Internet for about a week. Victoria’s laptop died in its sleep, and wouldn’t boot up last Tuesday morning. We’ve since taken it to a shop, where we were told that the motherboard was dead. That kills me, because I was using her laptop, and I keep thinking “was there something that I could have done to cause that?” Geez, I hope not.
In the meantime, I’ve been getting my e-mail through my server’s web-mail interface, and it’s been a pain in the ass. It’s amazing how adrift and out of touch one can feel when you’re used to having the Internet at your fingertips. It doesn’t bode well for the future generations, who’re growing up with their laptops, cellphones and Blackberry’s pretty much continually connected to the Internet. At least I remember what it was like to curl up in a chair and read a book, even if I currently spend inordinate amounts of time wandering around in Azeroth while playing World of Warcraft.
It actually struck me as funny how restless I’ve been. My point of reference is the computer. If I put something in the microwave and have five minutes to kill, I’ll pass the time by piddling on the Internet, checking mail or looking up stuff. For the past week, whenever I’d put something in the microwave, I’d just kind of wander around the house aimlessly. It was sad, really.
Well, anyway. I’m back, beyotches.