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So I'm getting the giant LG laptop on Saturday! w00t!

I shall call her Leviathan.

This is for lack of a feminine sounding name that means "really freaking gigantic." If you can come up with a girly name reflecting that this laptop is the size of a small car, then suggest away, Leviathan isn't final just yet. It's slightly less ugly sounding than Behemoth or whatnot.

I was explaining to aoitenshi that she's a girl because she runs a Microsoft OS, therefore will behave erratically and unpredictably whenever it feels like just for the fun/sadism of it.

/obligatory etc

The stats:

19 inch screen, 1440 x 900 rez.
Pentium Core 2 Duo 1.8 or 2.0 Ghz
250 or 320 GB HDD, 2 to 4 GB of RAM (I'll aim for at least 3)
Vista Home Premium, no option to switch to XP although I;ll beg / bribe / perform sexual favors on / etc the salesman to see if there's any options there.
Promotional 5 year full warranty for free, which is freakin unheard of.
Weight: 7 kilos, or about 15 pounds.
And all the usual, Bluetooth, WiFi etc.
I'm not sure if she comes with her own wheelbarrow, but I'll ask :D

Sauce etc on the LG India homepag


Along with this I'll probably be buying Kim a new phone. I haven't bought her anything recently and we haven't done anything fun / romantic / etc in ages, and there's a very good reason for that. It's because I suck. No, it's terrible. The problem also is that she's so stoic and easygoing so she won't say anything or complain ever. In all honesty I doubt she minds but I do, because she's awesome and deserves better. So maybe a date or something, let's see.

Meanwhile, in other news, working from home. It's way better than I thought it would be, although my laid back chill out bamboo furniture doesn't lend itself to this kind of work, more like lazing back watching TV as opposed to sitting upright and alert, editing financial transcripts all night. If possible I may buy a new actual computer desk and proper chair rather than this bohemian bamboo nonsense, but let's see if the money allows it. It's gonna be a tight month and whatnot.

Well, back to work I go. Laters etc.
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Today Kim and I watched most of The Number 23, that tense paranoid thriller-drama inexplicably starring a totally serious Jim Carrey.

It's like the Blair Witch Project, in the sense that it's one of those movies that people watch it and either rave about it and love it, or they just hate it to the core. I remember The Number 23 getting such polarized reviews back when it came out, but I only watched it today for the first time.

I didn't get to actually finish it because my cab for work showed up way earlier than expected, but Kim and I were talking about it and I was like, whatever, you can walk around adding anything up and finding 23s everywhere if you're looking for them. And to illustrate my point I picked a random car stopped at a red light and added up the numbers of its licence plate... and it actually added up to 23. Which was admittedly kind of freaky, but anyways.

But this kind of reminded me of how religion and faith work, and quite possibly how my faith has/had been running all this time. The human mind can and will find meaning and answers in literally anything if it looks hard enough, often seeing patterns that just aren't there, and discovering significance where there is none.

At the end of Luc Besson's mazing and heartbreaking film about Jean of Arc, The Messenger, the ambiguous 'devil slash conscience slash angel' character played by Dustin Hoffman appears to Joan in her prison cell and questions her about just why she believed that finding a sword in a field necessarily had divine designs behind it, leading her to embark on her doomed career as a warrior for her god.

It was at this point that Kim began searching for a heavy, blunt object to strike me with for having taken a perfectly good chat about a movie and somehow finding a way to turn another normal discussion into another delerious rant about God and Christianity, and I don't remember what happened after that, but I woke up at work with a headache.

And then I realized that today is the 23rd. Bugger.