The computers in our house are magic. There is a pile of them in the basement, there is one in my office, and there is a laptop that goes to and from work with Mark. We have a wireless network. I can choose music on my computer and have it play on the surround sound system in the tv room. We can surf the ‘net out on the deck in the summertime. We use Firefox, not Explorer. Linux is installed on all the machines except the Mac. I have my own private tech support.
The machines are named Burp, Belch, Fart, and Sneeze. The newest addition to the family is called Splooge.
We are puerile and silly.
I’m married to a geek, and I love it.