Jealously is a terrible thing
I’m not the kind of girl to get jealous of other taller, thinner, more beautiful women with higher intelligence, greater common sense, style and class1, but I am the sort of person who regularly encounters the green eyed monster, with horrifying consequences. Mostly inflicted upon my bank account.
I’m all-to-often possessed with thoughts of malice towards those who have understanding of the world of Information Technology and Gadgetry.
But it's more probable that I'd stomp off, declaring it to be "not fair!" before dropping into a corner someplace, arms crossed and with a frown on my face.
PCs, laptops, pocket pcs, PDAs, ipods, (or other portable digital music players) digital cameras, Sky+, flat screen tvs, LCD monitors, wireless networking, mobiles that can do more than make phone calls, anything to do with the inner working of computers, HTML, CSS, XML, Technorati, Python, or any code, computer games, ad infinitum.
To name a tiny number of things that are highly mysterious to me or completely out of my financial reach.
For a number of years I was the geekiest member of my family, being the only one who could successfully operate the video recorder. But it seems I was simply brought up in a house that didn't read the instruction manual. Now, thanks to the internet, I'm, once again, a dunce.
My leisurely enjoyment of reading other peeps blogs and websites is marred by my near constant muttering of "what's that?" or "Eh??" This does require regular C & P'ing of words and/or phrases into Google or some such. Which means I could spend the entire day lurking around sites I would have never have gone to, or searching eBay to find if I could, for once, get one of those.
Now, I'm going to look for something that will explain quantum theory to me it terms I can understand.
1Could well be one big fat lie.
