PDA Food Chain
The cheapo databank I handed down to my wife about 8 years ago finally died. She, sensing the inevitable, asked me to get her a PDA. I gave her two options: a basic black and white one or a nicer color one. She wisely chose the better one (nicer than my 2.5 year old one).
It didn’t take more than a few days for me to become envious of it and eventually I requested permission to replace mine as well for my birthday. Mine hadn’t died yet, but I had convinced myself that the few minor nuisances I was having had become major problems. My wife acquiesed.
Of course, for just a little more, I could get an even nicer PDA than the one she chose.
A better man would have shown restraint, but I’m not that good. The nicer one supported WiFi (which I was drooling over). A fellow employee was considering getting a WiFi PDA as well and that didn’t help my self control.
It also meant having to replace the little blue Ethernet router box under my computer desk with another model, but I didn’t care. It is cool stuff!
It came a few days ago. I can now surf the web from my Lay-Z-Boy and post to my blog from the commode. Perhaps I am sharing too much…