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My new laptop...
May. 20th, 2009 09:44 am...was Gary's - the one I bought him for Xmas. We went to Best Buy to buy one of two Toshiba's I'd decided on and walked out with an HP Mini for him (and a carry case and extra memory and a new mouse for me and the two Stargate movies my daughter's been jonesing for) for the same price. The minute he saw the bitty thing, he knew it'd be perfect for taking with him on his motorcycle trips. He spent the rest of the day configuring it and I spent mine configuring his into what I prefer. I already have three anti-spyware apps installed and configured in addition to Norton and everything backed up.
I'm OK with Vista, although I'm not happy with the Search (will investigate Google's Desktop). The biggest problem is the lack of Microsoft Word on his. Works and Open Office are a step backward with the thesaurus and track changes that I use extensively in writing and beta. As soon as the daughter gets home (tomorrow) I'll have her look for the installation disks for Office which should be somewhere in her room. Fingers crossed they're not lost because I don't need the aggravation of learning to live with a reduced set of functionality or the additional expense of buying Word - again. *grumbles*
In other news, I woke up yesterday from a dream of dancing with Gary. It spawned a bunny for a new sequel to 'Dance With Your Heart' although I have no idea whether 'A Stop At Willoughby' will step aside to let me write it now.
The dream was bittersweet, the memory of being able to move across the dance floor responding to Gary's lead overlaid by spending the remainder of yesterday limping and shuffling around the house after a very few hours shopping. I almost resorted to using my cane to get around, which I've never relied on in the house. *sigh*
Listening to music makes me ache to move as I once did, choreographing routines in my head, so I'm usually surrounded by silence as I read and write. Watching shows like 'Dancing with the Stars' is impossible because I end up analyzing the movement and steps along with the judges and resenting the fact that my days of competing are over. I can still watch my favorite dance movies because they contain the necessary layer of unreality, but they can leave me sad, so I need to be in the right mood. At least I can still write about dancing on occasion, so I haven't lost all of it.
ETA: Office disks found and Vista Search mastered. *twirls*
I'm OK with Vista, although I'm not happy with the Search (will investigate Google's Desktop). The biggest problem is the lack of Microsoft Word on his. Works and Open Office are a step backward with the thesaurus and track changes that I use extensively in writing and beta. As soon as the daughter gets home (tomorrow) I'll have her look for the installation disks for Office which should be somewhere in her room. Fingers crossed they're not lost because I don't need the aggravation of learning to live with a reduced set of functionality or the additional expense of buying Word - again. *grumbles*
In other news, I woke up yesterday from a dream of dancing with Gary. It spawned a bunny for a new sequel to 'Dance With Your Heart' although I have no idea whether 'A Stop At Willoughby' will step aside to let me write it now.
The dream was bittersweet, the memory of being able to move across the dance floor responding to Gary's lead overlaid by spending the remainder of yesterday limping and shuffling around the house after a very few hours shopping. I almost resorted to using my cane to get around, which I've never relied on in the house. *sigh*
Listening to music makes me ache to move as I once did, choreographing routines in my head, so I'm usually surrounded by silence as I read and write. Watching shows like 'Dancing with the Stars' is impossible because I end up analyzing the movement and steps along with the judges and resenting the fact that my days of competing are over. I can still watch my favorite dance movies because they contain the necessary layer of unreality, but they can leave me sad, so I need to be in the right mood. At least I can still write about dancing on occasion, so I haven't lost all of it.
ETA: Office disks found and Vista Search mastered. *twirls*