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I forgot to mention.

So the last couple posts weren't made from your conventional kind of computer. No, they were written on what experts call a "tablet".

That's right, kids. I did it. I got my tablet. :)

I opted for the Asus Transformer Prime--it's glorious. I love the keyboard dock--it's what I'm typing with, and what's extending my battery enough to even allow me to type this. Cuz, you know, I'd been playing so many games that it that the tablet's battery was about to die. What's nice is how long its battery does last--even without the extra battery in the dock. Also nice is how long my phone's battery can last now that i'm not using it to play games, type blogs, or check my calendar (or when there's wifi, watching youtube and hulu and stuff). I take it with me on all my lunch breaks, yeah to play games, but also, in the last few days, to catch up on the news and opinions and analysis of the day or continue reading some book on Kindle.

Frankly, I'm as satisfied with it as I'd hoped I would be. And that's pretty relieving. I know I was hyping it up a lot back a few months ago, but I wasn't sure how gratifying a tablet would actually be where I'm at in my life. That's part of why I got the phone I did--to put off a need for a tablet by having a rather excellently capable phone.

And then my desktop computer died. Well, I don't know if it's really dead. I do know that if it isn't it'll take some amount of effort and/or money to get it running right again, and even then I don't know if it'd work. Plus I missed having a laptop/something portable that typed. Which was the other part of getting the Transformer--the keyboard dock virtually turns the tablet into a virtual netbook. So I can, like, type things. And everything. Yeah, everything.

So, anyway, I've been watching South Park and Strangers With Candy and playing some mindnumbingly repetitive but still somehow gratifying games and reading The Rum Diaries.... and now I'm done blogging about the tablet...on the tablet. For now.

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