Wednesday, October 04, 2006

A Love Letter to Our Laptop /

Dear Lappy,

You don't mind if I call you Lappy, do you? It's a term of affection we came upon somewhere in the midst of our whirlwind eight-month relationship. Lappy, I'm writing this letter because I want you to know just how much I appreciate you. Without you this journey of ours just wouldn't have been the same. Without you, there would be no photo organizing, cropping, or storing. I wouldn't be able to write my blog posts -- just like this one! -- offline, saving precious and costly international Internet minutes. Without you, I wouldn't have enjoyed countless nighttime hours of comforting, free TV shows like "24," "American Dreams," and of course, "The O.C." I wouldn't have witnessed firsthand the shocking kiss between Julie Cooper and Luke, huddled around you next Jen and Bryan on our black futon couch in Cape Town.

I'm also grateful, Lappy, for the peace of mind you've provided my husband and fellow traveler, Bryan. He relies on you day in and day out to keep the budget of our trip calculated and recorded in an increasingly complex Excel spreadsheet. Somewhere stored inside your bits and bytes is every dollar we've spent in the last eight months -- not something I need to know about, true, but important data that gives dear Bryan a great deal of comfort.

Oh Lappy, remember that time in Munich when we found FREE wireless Internet access at the Hotel Kurpfalz?! We spent countless latenight hours together, working on flickr and runonsentence.com and talking with our other friends over instant messenger. That was the best. You did great work then, letting me have six, sometimes seven windows open at once without even the slightest complaint.

Your keys always work properly, you always boot up (on rare occasion in your own due time) and your screen is ever-bright and crystal-clear. The programs you offer up to us run smoothly and without crashing. Your speakers, in a pinch, even let us listen to our favorite iTunes playlist aloud when the external ones' batteries have died. You're such a Renaissance machine!

Thank you, Lappy. Thank you for coming back to life every time we flip your switch, and for not feeling neglected when we decide to leave you in your case for a few days at a time. You've survived thousands of miles via dozens of flights and trains and buses and boats -- always right there with us, never more than a few feet away at every step.

You're the best laptop a girl could ever ask for. I mean it. I am grateful for your loyalty and upon our return will provide you with the best Internet connection, desk space, and bluetooth peripherals known to man.

Eternally, digitally yours,

Allyson

stars, they're just like allyson @ 9:37 AM  

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3 Comments:

At 12:47 PM, jennymu said...

I love you too, lappy. Sly and I were just talking about you last night! He called you 'Allyson's laptop', I was sure to correct him on that one.

 
At 12:47 PM, jennymu said...

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At 11:12 AM, Heather said...

Lappy, I love your hair.

 

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