The Eye-Burning Era Has Ended…
After my last entry complained of the Emil Effect of the replacement CRT monitor, and following a period of adjusting settings and layouts to accommodate the less defined screen, I had a pleasant surprise arrive this morning.
Although I had been told that my new monitor would be delivered in three weeks when I ordered it on Tuesday afternoon, it actually arrived today. Three weeks in three days, that’s good passage without needing a TARDIS.
The new monitor is pretty and the amount of definition that I can now see on images is staggering. For example, pencil lines in artwork to add shading look a lot better and have varying depth.
This is a good day for my PC enjoyment.
It’s lovely, really lovely. I picked up a new PC for the family over x-mas with a 19″ widescreen HD monitor. Big upgrade from the 15″ CRT we previously had. Lucky I have the laptop. The kids never get off it now.
Besides, having your own “kid free” PC allows for more “liberal” viewing. No need to self-censor.
Bah, this one isn’t HD, unfortunately. In fact, HD is still in the very new, very expensive and mostly only TV stage here.
I think we’re also quite behind still on internet connection here, so I reckon any IT technology takes longer to get a hook in to our homes. Without Target and only a subsidary version of Wall*Mart, we don’t have the ‘cheap to get’ equipment.
Laptops are a thing of love and hate with me, because I can never cope with that scratchpad area on them, I always end up catching it and diving across the screen whilst typing.
Yeah, I love not having to self-censor. But that’s from nobody being foolish enough to breed with me, more than having my own PC.
The truly beautiful thing about my laptop is… my job GAVE IT TO ME. So as long as I don’t get caught with anything illegal on it (just sayin’) , if I break it, they’ll fix it for nothing.
I’ve only been to the UK once (Waterford, Ireland) so I have a limited view of things where you are, but it seems it must be difficult to upgrade things there. It’s like everything is made of stone and like a thousand years old. I can imagine folks may be somewhat hesitant to start drilling holes for high speed cable connections. Everything is disposable here in the states, including any structures built in the last 100 years. We don’t think twice about knocking down friggin’ walls in our houses let alone punching holes. It’s made of crap materials anyway so what’s the loss?
Yeah, upgrading the houses is always a problem in these areas. They don’t like digging up roads, so they wont replace most of the copper wires or install proper cable services (which is why we use Satellite TV more), and the houses are brick and mortar even inside, no hollow walls and plasterboard. Whats more, lots of properties get a listing that stops you being able to do certain changes, even so much as changing guttering from cast iron to plastic, or change wooden window frames to double glazing PVC.
I very strongly object to most of these listings, as it seems ridiculous for residential areas. Sure, our many castles or notable architecture are a good thing to preserve, but thousands of Victorian terraced houses with poor heating and insulation?
Most of the problem with space shortage in the UK is that they aren’t prepared to pull down bad older housing and replace it with modern design.
That’s why I love Sim City 4, I can tear things down and rebuild to be more up to date!
Nice monitor! Yay! I’ll bet all those naughty sites look even more fantastic now. ^^;;
I mean, hey, lookit the shiny thing.
Hey now, you’ll have everyone believing I’m just an overly horny, damningly flirtatious with anything (animate or inanimate), dirty young man…in truth, there’s a couple more things to me in addition to that!
Sometimes, if I get comfortable enough I start opening my mouth (or virtual mouth)…then the problem is closing it again.
Believe me, people think the same thing of me, and I’m a girl. XD I even talk the same way.
I don’t know anything about pcs or screens, but the new monitor looks kicking. I haven’t been on an old skool CRT since I was in high/middle school. I don’t remember the glare though. Perhaps the mind does glaze over painful memories.
In high school I had one of those black and green CRTs. Dio, you make me feel old. And I’m only 34.
I guess 34 is old. Ho hum.
You can’t be serious. You don’t look 34 AT ALL. O_O (I used apple II Es in elementary school, does that count? Mmmm, Odel Lake)
34 is the new 24.
The main problem I have with CRTs is the amount of glare and the curve of the monitor, especially after using a TFT for so long. It’s slighty worsened that it sat further forward on the desk, so the screen was very much in my face.
FM, as long as you don’t let a simple matter of how many years you’ve been alive dictate how ‘grown up’ you have to be all is fine. Bloody maturity, who needs it!?
And yes, 34 is the new 24. It stars Donald instead of Kiefer, and the extra 10 hours are used to make sure he remembers where he put his keys.
Poor old Donald. Geriatric action stars could be the next big thing, what with our aging society and all. The overbearing fear of breaking a hip when chasing a criminal down a flight of stairs, unable to make out the bad guy when he’s gotten 10 or more feet away, the glaucoma rainbow glare in the eyes when having a night time car chase… certainly adds a previously unexplored layer of drama.
Having small kids both keeps me young and makes me feel ancient simultaneously. I get to play with transformers without being labeled “geeky basement dwelling collector,” yet have to discipline and say things like “get your finger out of your nose” like my parents used to have to.
It’s when you have to tell them to get the Transformers out of their nose, that’s the one to look out for. At least while they are young they aren’t teenagers.
My thinking on this is: I did (and occasionally still do) all the things I fear my kids will do, so at least I’m a bit more savvy than my parents were. Either they had NO CLUE what pot smelled like, what teens on LSD appeared like, etc or they were afraid to bring it up. My parents weren’t real direct like that. They’d kinda wait for the “right time” to confront issues; usually months past and in a “what were you thinking” kind of way. It’s a wonder I’m alive really.
My goal is for my kids to hate me when they’re teens. That way I know I’m doing it right.
The most important thing is that you have new resources to embarrass your children on, whereas your parents had to make do with having to do things in person or show old photographs, you’ve got all the wonders of YouTube, their future Facebook/MySpace comment section, sending them Text Messages while they are on dates, using Flickr to show the world their worst haircuts. The world is your clam.
Again with the nautical theme.
Oh yes. All naked photos have been compiled and will be readily available when the time comes. That’s a good approach Guise: hold their confidence and reputation ransom. Make a sheet of wallet-size embarrassing pics and randomly toss them out when least expected, as a reminder of who holds the cards. They’ll nervously snatch the pic and try to cover up what it was, and the wife and I can sit back and knowingly smirk. Wholesomely devious, sir.
You could get Monopoly cards printed with a different web address on each one, scattered images that are otherwise hard to trace. Hand them out to their friends or dates.
If you really wanted to have fun, Yu-Gi-Oh it.
“Do your chores or I’ll play ‘First Use of Big Kid Potty’ in Defense Mode and back it up with the trap card ‘Video of Running Nekkid Through Sprinklers’!”
Absolutely brilliant!! You’ve made my day, Guise. Thanks for the smile.