My old computer has nearly given up the ghost. He started by becoming slower and slower...maybe because the newer computers around him were faster to begin with, or maybe because he kept finding himself burdened with new files and programs. Then he started sending out error messages and shutting down programs without warning, despite all the newest anti-virus and anti-spyware/adware scans. Then it happened. Stonewall (my computer was much like General Jackson...a hard-headed southerner who would die defending his right to tell me when to shove off) told me he couldn't accept my photos anymore, despite the added storage space two years ago.
It was time to take drastic action: I went to buy a new computer.
The helpful tech guy was jaw-to-the-floor shocked that my computer was nearly 6. Apparently this is old in tech years. I did the right thing in naming it after an historical figure. Fortunately, I didn't tell the tech guy that. I just smirked. Where's the fun in being a history geek/nerd if you don't have inside jokes?
So now I have a new, sleek model that should last another few years into old age. Stonewall is understandably depressed, but is soldiering on as I move files over. Poor thing. He's trekked nearly as many roads as his namesake, so he deserves a rest. I hate that he's being taken out by his own side, though. He's seen me through myriad college courses, the babyhood of one and toddlerhood of both children, four dogs, a graduation, and a deployment. Oh, the emails he's seen! Rants, laughs, gleeful news or sad, Stonewall was there to pass them along.
Goodbye, Stonewall. You've served well.
Unfortunately, the new computer may look nice, but has no personality. It's merely "Rebecca's PC." How quaint.