As they do, retailers have all kinds of cheap gadgets online, check availability at local store, choose three to look at, arrive there only to be told the most expensive one is the only one available at brick n’ mortar despite online claim. Pfft. We’re on to your tricks, retailers.
I will not be swindled, fuckface retailer.
I was delighted to have a girl salesperson. I suppose she may be a woman, but looked like girl, so…
Bought Chromebook. Is tiny. I have tiny fingers on the ends of my tiny hands on the ends of my tiny T-Rex arms, but it’s tiny.
Is also light. I likey that.
My girls have two Chromebooks each — one for school and one for home. Whenever I use them, I giggle, “Hehe is like toy puter!” and now I have one.
I’m breaking it in with pecan pie crumbs.
Clearly I live well.
Am sad about tiny keyboard, not adjusted to it. Could plug my other one in, but best to work it out, hm?
Am absolutely mortified by photo options. May die of emailing myself photos or whatnot. Dunno yet.
However — already happy in an unexpected way, and my goodness, isn’t that the best sort of happy?
That’s a Moo bump — best surprise I ever got! (Not the bump *shakes head* the Moo)
There is no set-up. No 400 questions about who I am and what purpose this device will serve. Nope. No updates. Enter email and click, off to the races!
Y’all, Chrome KNOWS me. I signed in and all of my bookmarks and stuff are here. All.Of.Them. Lemme be clear, bookmarks I lost in the reset six months ago are back. That’s right. Would I like to see Marian Allen’s Rice Pudding for Joey? Hells yeah! Would I like to search the Indianapolis Public Library? Absolutely! What an exciting night to be alive! Would I like to check my bank balance? Nah, I’m good.
Okay, but it’s Thursday and I had no doors. Poo. I’m behind 110 posts. Boo. I had to hurry home to change clothes, take Moo to a thing, then go to two shops, then walk the dog and feed the cats, open boxes, make some sammiches, fetch some pies, and later I pick Moo up from the thing. See, when you’re not the early bird parent, you gotta do the night owl parent shit. Tit for tat, eh?
BUT THEN, then I’m gonna have a long, hot, single girl kinda shower and put on my striped pajamas and get into my warm bed and sleep my face like it’s 1973.
For tomorrow is Friday and on Friday we work. With a full-size keyboard. And two monitors.
Any Chromebook users? Tell me.