Friday, December 23, 2005


A kind blog reader recently emailed me a video of a man who was clearly enjoying building his new dream mac waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy too much. "Ha ha," I laughed, from the superiority of one who is not as susceptible to such technology-induced love frenzies. "I am not that much of a geek."

And then today, I built my podcasting dream cart online, complete with two nice but inexpensive condenser microphones (ooooooooooh), some cables and stuff (aaaaaaaahhhhhhh), and the Presonus Firebox complete with two preamp mic inputs, 2 analog inputs, 10 different outputs, firewire interface, and Cubase LE audio editing software, which completely did me in. After clicking "Add to cart," I noticed a warm feeling spreading through my body that is usually only put there by candlelit evenings listening to Joss Stone or John Mayer...... Smooth, yet satisfying. I'm in love. I feel so dirty. ;-)

Maybe I am a little more of a geek than I suspected.

My friend Maher makes fun of me for being a closeted geek. This from a man who (the last time I was there) had 6 computers (count them: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6) in his one-bedroom bachelor pad. Six flippin' computers, in a two room apartment. SIX! "Hey, I need them to practice setting up and maintaining networks for my exams and all." Yeah. Or maybe, you're just a geek.

His comeback: "Well, at least I don't have one of those keychain flash drive thingies actually on my key ring like you do." Yes, but I only have two computers, neither very fancy-- one desktop and one laptop. And you can walk through my home without tripping over network cables strewn all over the couch, coffee table, and Xbox.

But maybe he's right. Maybe I am a geek. I did buy my husband a swiss army knife with a built-in 512MB flash drive for Christmas. Such a mind-boggling combination of manly, geek, and redneck all in one little piece of Christmas magic-- I had to have it for him.

Anyway, I may or may not buy the sweet little number I'd like to own-- I still have about a week until I make my final purchase-- but a girl can dream, can't she?

Edited at 11:15 AM to add one more link, because it feels so good to click on it.

Edited at 3:50 pm, because one more time can't hurt. Yeah.

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