(I know, I know. For the true fanatic, that's nothing. Tom had four computers, and that was more than a year ago. He may have even more by now. But let's not mention that to my parents, ok? I'm liking this random computer dropped in my lap every few years.)

My sister got the extra computer the last time this happened, so it was my turn this time.

So, score. Since this was my mom's computer, the C drive has been all partitioned up. Counting the CD-ROM drives, my drives go all the way up to N. N, I tell you!! I have an N drive!! Is that not totally insane?

Actually, it isn't. My mom has been into computers for roughly 20 years. I was pretty sure there had to be a reason why she did this. And there is. According to my more technologically savvy friends, it's a security thing. If for whatever reason my C drive starts spewing blood, or whatever happens when computers go bad, everything that is on the B-L drives will still be fine. So, go Mom. My mom's got L337 skillz, yo.

Of course, I will never, ever find a legitimate use for having several hundred hard drives. It amuses me to have them, though. I can be all, "Yes, I have that file. I believe it is on my....J drive." and then I'll put my pinky finger in the corner of my mouth, a la Dr. Evil.

It's been a long day. That mental picture is totally cracking me up.

Anyway, the point of the story is that I have a computer again. Goooo, me! The best thing about my new computer? It plays Snood! I'd totally forgotten about that game, and now I'm playing it obsessively all over again.

Hmm. I think I need to Snood right now.

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