It's gonna blow!

...my son yells while placing a blue wiffle ball on top of my computer tower before bolting off in the opposite direction...apparently it is some sort of explosive device (to him perhaps, but it a memory erasing device for me as I have forgotten my witty title for my blog). As I sit here at my "new" computer that is conveniently located in my living room. So much for the "computer room" we have set up. It is now the "new-super-computer-that-lives-with-the-spoiled-guitars-and-their-friends" room. Not that I have a problem with the guitars having their own bedroom or anything. I think that my problem would be that I am displaced from my own home office while the husband locks himself away and plays Halo or whatever god-awful super-computer game that is not suitable for children and therefore must be relocated to another room. Or maybe I'm just going through an adjustment period. On the upside, it's nice to not have to wait until the non-childfriendly game to end before I can check my e-mail or pay my bills. Or maybe it's just that I have a computer at all because in the 2+ months it has taken to figure out what sort of motherboard or video card goes into this new super-computer and by what means to get it there, I was beginning to wonder if I was going to poach the neighbor's computer or sit at the library or sneak glances at my bank balance at work was going to be a permanent solution to not having a computer. In a way, this whole computer debacle has impacted my life in a way that is completely unnecessary and a little bit ridiculous. You would think I had another child or something. After all it's not rocket science (well, I must admit that building a computer is not the easiest task in the world, but I prefer to let Dell or HP do that for me) and should not take such a toll on your life. For instance, preparing to take a trip to good ol' Rockford, IL (Torg's family resides there), I was attempting to call the airline (whose name shall remain nameless as some people really love this airline) to ask about something or other and I was on hold for nearly 40 minutes before I finally gave up. The thing that gets me is that the whole time I'm on hold the guy on the message is saying "in a hurry? log on to our website at (I told you I wouldn't name the airline and I'm sticking to it) for instant access, print boarding passes..." and on he went in that fashion for 40 frickin' minutes. Like I would be on hold for that long if I had a computer that worked. I'd just as soon walk to the library and log on, it probably would have saved some time.
That said, I am still working on installing my photoshop and Kodak as well as trying to figure out how to get my photos off of the old hard drive which still resides in the super-computer. So, needless to say, no photos for now. Now if I could only figure out how to play Halo...