Things I Don’t Need

You’ll be happy to know my favorite electronics store has sent me yet another email full of wonderful things I do not need. They do this fairly regularly. Because they love me. At this exact moment, there are actually only two things I’m really thinking of buying. I could use a new laptop, and I’m fairly sure the Smithsonian is going to show up and collect my current phone at any moment.

By the way, if GRRM said something like that, he’d already have fan-boys from a number of stores in a death-race to get his new laptop to him. Leaping over lava pits, and things like that.

I never loved the current laptop, but it gets the job done. There is a slight issue with the W key, in which it **may** brush the fan–just a little– if I’m typing while watching videos. (The key also a little wobbly, but I got used to that a while ago.)

I can also write on my phone, with my miraculous folding keyboard–ooh, something else I could replace–and if I don’t overdo it with the apps, it doesn’t complain about memory shortages too much.

I had to delete the Kindle App in order to make room for another phone number.

I happen to live in one of those little blank spaces on the coverage map, so if I don’t do the work to make sure I have the right cell-phone mojo. Otherwise, I have to go to the cemetery at midnight, stand on hallowed ground, and face the east to get a signal.

So, I’m shopping and not buying.

I’d like to get as much use out of both before they start smoking or making hissing noises.

So, on to looking at the things I really, really don’t need. I do not need a drone. I do not need an X-Box or other console gaming system. (My inner twelve year old wants one, my to-do list doesn’t.) Actually… I’d also have to buy a television for one of those. Maybe a fitness tracker would motivate me to… uhm… what is it fit people do again?

I think I’ll get on one of those configure-your-own websites where I can just keep hitting Yes… yes… YES… and see how high I can make that price tag go. Seven thousand, eight hundred and twenty three dollars?!! Oh, no. No, no.


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      I don’t. Because I’m absolutely not planning a military takeover of Mr. Wyant’s farm. Nope.

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