...Okay, well, minor hitch that
once again I seem to have slipped into the chasm of Tech Creep and
these two little bastards can't seem to communicate with each other either, but after a long strange trip from Shanghai via Anchorage, I have my fat fingers on a new MacBook. {
pause for cricket chorus of disinterest.} He's a wee bit neurotic --
Oi, you'd be upset if you'd just had to fly halfway round the world in a box. With no airholes in, I might mention --
So I have named him George.
-- in the hold like an, an animal, well, all right, maybe we won't go there, but in a crate, to Alaska, Sarah Palin might have, well, done something I don't want to know what to me --
Erm. As I was saying, a bit neurotic, and will need some housebreaking. Not the worst setup so far, although his routine might have to include keeping on the old keyboard and mouse for when he's relaxing at home on the desk, 'cos I can already tell that slapping him into the middle of the current setup and trying to go from there is going to give me a crick in my neck. Mum is scheduled to inherit what's left of Gareth-that-was-Gaius, so we'll either have to timeshare on the accessories or get a second set...
BTW, this means that it's
knitchick1979,
bovidae,
sylvia101, and
atlanticat who correctly
predicted that George would turn up on the 4th. The rest of you are apparently psychic pessimists. ;)