The Armchair Politician

Nick, I love you. Like a man loves another man.

Nick let me have his Creative Inspire 5.1 surround sound speakers. They’re not incredible, but I’ve had 2.1 (two satellites, one subwoofer) speakers for years, and have been craving surround sound. Ever since he got his top-of-the-line Logitechs, he hasn’t really had a use for them. So they’ve been donated to my (worthy) cause.

Also, dad evidently bought another computer for the office. I bitched him out about it because his company really doesn’t have the money for shit (they’re in significant debt, which my mom is bailing him out of). Basically, he buys shit because he likes to play with neat toys. It doesn’t matter whether he needs it or can afford it, or even whether or not in the end it’s just another bill mom needs to pay. His excuse was that one of the computers at the office was having problems with Windows. I called him on his bullshit (although I probably shouldn’t have; Nick was there), since he knows enough about computers to know that he could have just reformatted.

He gave me another bullshit excuse, saying they couldn’t reformat that computer because it had some critical software on it that the people at his old office in Ukraine installed and that they couldn’t reinstall. So I asked him how they could have installed it on the new computer in the first place. “Oh, well, somehow we figured out how to put it on.” Right. So, if you were able to install it anyways, why again couldn’t you have just reformatted the original computer? Such a fucking load of crap. Why does he even bother trying to pull this crap by me; he knows I don’t fall for it.

The new computer came with a new flatscreen monitor evidently, so he’s giving me the one the old computer had. I feel kind of guilty taking it, because I know he shouldn’t have spent the money on the new computer. But dammit, I needed a new monitor; my old one was getting progressively darker, fuzzier, and took up almost 2/3 of my deskspace. I swear he does this shit on purpose: buying something pointless that I’ll bitch at him for (for Christ’s sake, he has two digital cameras, and two digital video cameras — all “work” purchases, as if he actually needs any of that shit), but give me something I’ve been needing thats “become free” because of his new purchase.