After two long days of extensive online research and opinion soliciting into new laptops, I have announcement.
I’m exhausted and intensely confused.
SSD. HHD. Hybrid. Hybrid? These things run on unleaded now?
Lightweight. Ultrabook. Convertible. What the … I’m not buying a car. Which would be far easier. My requirements for a vehicle are simple: start, go, turn and stop on command; don’t explode or fall apart in between.
“Why so stressed?” asked My Love, brushing off another fallen strand of my hair from her shoes. “You should be excited. This should be fun research. new computer! Oooo, shiny shiny!”
Spoken like the indiscriminate, sporadic consumer she is. You remember her bulk shopping sprees at farmers’ market that lead to the Summer of Freshly Rotted Vegetables. Here’s a more recent example:
I opened the kitchen cabinet where we keep our vitamins and Li’l Diva’s daily meds a few months ago to discover, in a rare unsupervised trip to CostCo, My Love had purchased half a dozen boxes of low-dose aspirin. In all, 216 tablets.
“I heard a daily aspirin is good for your heart,” she said.
True enough .. if you have a heart condition. She doesn’t and I’m constantly reminded I only imagine I do. Otherwise, they are good for aches and ulcers. Creating ulcers, that is. I’m ahead of the curve on that one.
Back to the research.
i3. i5. i7. Hut-hut-hike! Punt!
SATA. mSATA … Aaaaugh – my head feels like it is going to explode.
Dang that woman of mine.