Tuesday, April 13, 2010

My Motherboard, My Self

 Not only do Carrie Bradshaw and I share the same adoration for footwear, but we both have sickly laptops.

Yes, I just titled my post after an episode of SATC, because right now I am typing furiously from a library computer. My laptop is ill thanks to a lovely little virus and now is in the hands of technology support being stripped of all files and sass. Before I trekked on over to the techies, I realized I had to make some changes to my Dell.

The following was altered:
My desktop background: A still shot of the Dolce and Gabbana F/W '10 runway where there is a stampede of pantless models. I didn't want to give the impression that I have some sort of leg fetish.

My password: In order to gain access to my computer, one must enter the following: Lagerkins. I really didn't want to have to explain my penchant for a certain German.

I never realize how personalized my laptop is. I have files and folders dedicated to paintings, couture, vintage, magazines, and other fashion related items along with little sartorial notes I write down to give me a hint on what to wear. Now let's pray they don't look at my pictures of the stupid faces I make and take pictures of when I'm ridiculously bored and send to my parents and friends. I never would have though my dignity and reputation would be in the hands of a wire frame and WWC t-shirt clad tech-saint.

1 comment:

  1. Sorry to hear about your laptop. I hope you won't lose any of your files and I hope they don't snoop.