Geek Love, Part Deux

I lived a troubled existence this weekend. Granted, I was surrounded by family and friends but my baby was in the hands of another. My beloved laptop, purchased after 9/11 to support the floundering economy (oh shut it, people have had worse reactions to that tragedy) was being disassembled in Worcester by Dan, the Bedford tech guy and angel sent by whatever god the geeks worship (drunk on the ambrosia of Red Bull) to save me from weeping over the dead carcass of my iBook. I thought that it would last forever in its functionality, but my hard drive had other ideas and decided to shit the bed. Thankfully, Dan was the patient parent to my computer, cleaned up its mess and installed a newer, bigger, faster hard drive this weekend.
This is what my baby looked like at some point this weekend. It was opened up and vulnerable, but now it is back in fighting condition. The hard drive makes little whirring noises when it plays mp3s. I have ample space for mp3s and porn... um, works of great literature. Not only did the hard drive replacement double the space on my computer, it allowed me to update my iPod without it freezing up midway through. Now I don't have to talk to anybody, ever since I'll have my hipster headphones installed in my ears again, deafening myself with crappy music and trying not to dance on the train at 8am.
Hopefully a poetic mood will hit me, I'll dig up my rhyming dictionary and I'll write an ode to Dan, because I'm seriously considering offering to father his children, bake him some cookies or make him a drink that I made with the mojito mix Kerri and Will bought me and margarita mix Sharon bought me (sounds nasty, tastes nasty until you hit the second sip). If you need me, I'll be shaking my ass to Jennifer Lopez's masterpiece "Let's Get Loud," which I just now remembered dancing my ass off to at a bar a couple weeks ago. Ah, memories.