michelle-said posted a hilariously tragic story about how she got her laptop, Chardonnay Lionheart, addicted to cheap eBay power cords. Yes, Michelle is an enabler. But enough about her; the most important part of her story is not the sad spiral of decay that her poor Macbook Pro has fallen into, but rather its name.
That is one truly awesome name for a laptop.
And you know what?
My poor laptop has been struggling along under the weight of my numerous endeavors for YEARS now with the same lack of respect I bestow on my garbage can.
My car has a name (Abe, aka The Silver Sparrow).
My children have many names (not all of them fit for company).
Hell, even my house has a name (Casa de Bedlam).
But my poor computer? It is as anonymous as, well, Anonymous.
So now, I am engaging in a quest. A quest for the perfect name.
I expect it will end one evening with the storm looming outside and the windows blowing open, and I will shout my laptop’s given name into the raging tempest and save Fantasia from The Nothing.
Oh wait, sorry, that’s already been done. Scrap that last paragraph.
Ok, I actually expect it will end one evening with me cleaning the fingerprint-smudged screen and, after closing the laptop’s cover and giving it a single pat on its hard casing, speaking aloud the words, “That’ll do, __________. Good night.”
So here’s to finding the perfect name. My laptop has faithfully stood by me for years of unquestioning service – it’s about time I show it how much I care for it in return.