I suppose if you're an Everything2 user you've already purchased a computer so this node is either irritating you because you already have an Emachine or you find it completely useless. Fortunately I've read an article reminding me, SuperstarSteve himself, about capitalization while spelling capitalization with an s the entire time. That gives me the right to node whatever I please. Now that we've established the utter pointlessness of this node, let's press onward into my sermon...
Buying an Emachine is like paying fifteen hundred dollars for a giant migraine. It runs on what would probably be equivalent to a Pentium -4 Processor. Even as I'm typing this node I don't see what I've typed right away. I have to wait a few moments for it to appear on the screen because the Emachine takes a few minutes to make toast prior to acknowledging what I'm doing. And simply to add insult to injury, Eddy my Emachine refuses to share the aforementioned toast with anyone but our printer. Unfortunately for Eddy the printer is Harmony, a Hewlett-Packard so she just ignores him. Eddy of course throws himself into a fit of rage and demolishes half of my mp3 files without a trace. Goodbye Harvey Danger, Right Said Fred, New Radicals and the others, you'll be missed. Take a moment of silence for our mourned, if you would.
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Alright, let's move onward. Next we'll talk about the hordes of space the computer has. Oh wait, I have three gigabytes. I guess there's literally NOT THAT MUCH TO TALK ABOUT! I know, I'll tell you about the noise. One time when I was roughly nine years of age I went to the N.E.W. Zoo. It was a fairly small and highly unexciting zoo (unexciting other than the lice-eating monkeys whom we all find just a bit amusing) but it houses one of my childhood's most vivid memories. Everywhere in the zoo you could here this noise. This god-awful, make-your-ears-bleed, armageddon-on-its-way, rather-have-my-nipples-shaved-off noise engulfed the entire place. I finally asked one of the workers what it was and they said it was a mule in labor. Eddy feels the need to recreate that noise for me everytime I sign online. If you're having trouble imagine what it sounds like go throw a Myna Bird with whooping cough down the garbage disposal and that will allow you to IMAGINE what an Emachine sounds like.
I don't even have the energy to touch on the rest of Eddy's ailments. From actually attempting to contract viruses to not allowing me to access my own Control Panel on days that end in y, he's quite the pain. On the other hand, without him there'd be no Everything2. Perhaps it evens out in the end.
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