Graham built me a new computer. I didn’t ask for one, he just decided to build it last week. We had discussed building me one after we discovered the laptop he got me a couple of years ago couldn’t handle the video game I like, but it wasn’t an urgent thing. He came home one day last week and decided it was time to order the parts. This baby is awesome. I put my hand above the at least three inch wide fan on the top and cool air is what is coming out. Cooler than the room’s temperature.
And then today he emails me this: “So apparently the motherboard, video card, processor, hard drive, and monitor I bought you have all been nominated for Newegg’s Customer Choice Award. Can I pick em or what?”
Hell yeah! Anyone that ever questions why I love nerds and geeks, see above. It helps that I am one, too. Look out Minecraft and Bryce3D and Photoshop, here I come to do some heavy-duty processor intensive work.
* Not his real name. (In a continuing effort to remain anonymous and protect our privacy, my boyfriend’s name has been changed. I will mark any details that I change in a similar fashion.)
I mentioned in my first entry that one of the things that has brought me here to wordpress is the desire to blog about my boyfriend Graham. There is an almost ten year difference in our ages and I’m the older one. Honestly this doesn’t make much of a difference to either of us. After two years I’m pretty sure that if it were going to cause us major problems there would have been an indication. It works for us quite well. He’s mature for his age, which makes it much easier for him to encourage me to not work and accept full financial responsibility for us. Initially I had intended to seek work again after I was laid off, even if only part time work, but he told me I didn’t need to and he didn’t particularly want me to. It was easy to see just how much healthier and happier I was without a job. I still may eventually pursue something part time, but right now I am in the process of booking my first paid wedding photography gig (fingers crossed). Continue reading