hzs202's Journal: My Thinkpad or My Wife?

When my wife barges into the room and begins her rant about how terrible a person I am and how I need to improve myself; the crispness of my IBM Thinkpad's keys keep me grounded and alert. My Thinkpad doesn't yell at me. She just keeps things together and in order for me with a smile (well not a smile but she has a pretty wide-LCD monitor).

OK, sure she beeps from time to time when I say something stupid like, "Have you ever wanted to try M&S (a play on Microsoft and S&M)?". But she quickly changes her tune when we use cute little pet names; she likes it when I call her SUDO or SU for short. And yes I have to fsck her a few times a month before she's on the defRAG just to make her happy. But that is the least of my problems.

On the other hand my wife who resembles a beautiful actress/model that didn't have her favorite Pinot waiting for her in her dressing-room, complains about me so much I'm beginning to hate my own name. I think my wife is getting a little jealous of the time My Thinkpad and I spend together. Oh, well it sucks to be me. Stay tuned...