My old computer & me : A love (sad?) story

My PC is five years old. It’s an HP Pavilion from the Z100 series. It’s served me well, and sure, if I could afford it, I’d trade it in tomorrow. After all, in the world of personal computers, five years in dog years is … dead.

It’s still a pretty good machine. Four GB of installed RAM, 64 bit, Intel Core 2 Duo, T9300 at 2.5 GHz, 400 GB HD. I combine it with a WACOM pen because I use a lot of imaging and 3D software and the pen just makes manipulation easier. I also use an external hard drive to hold certain information and larger files so that my internal drive doesn’t get totally maxed out. That external, which I’ve been using for a few years now, could probably use an upgrade too.

The monitor’s gorgeous. It still displays movies with the best of them. I’ve enjoyed many a Netflix and DVD. Though I admit I wouldn’t mind a new fangled machine with Blu-Ray, I won’t start complaining. There are worst ways to enjoy Dead & Breakfast.

While I would appreciate a new model, I’ll have to wait until I can afford it. I wonder if my limited funds are part of the reason why I don’t understand why everyone has to have the latest whatever. I don’t have a cell phone and don’t want one. Is that why I don’t understand why people have to latest phone right now? We’ve spent so much on the newest, greatest and latest … thing. We’ve stood in lines over night to get them because, somehow, they’ve become more important than a good’s night sleep.

Like I said, maybe it’s because I can’t afford it. But somehow, I doubt it.

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