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Yay technology & prettiness.

So I'm writing this on a TV. That is, my super fabtastic desktop tower is currently hooked up to my parents Dynex HD TV of 1080p magnificence. It's pretty sweet, not gonna lie.

I'd been dreaming/thinking of this for a good long while--ever since I saw the VGA port on teh back of of it---but never really got the chance to try it until this weekend when my parents went out of town for their anniversary.

I wasn't sure if it would be worth it: it was only VGA, this computer, for all its other awesomeness, lacks an HDMI port. It's turned out pretty alright, actually--right now it's happily churning out at a resolution of 1600 x 1200, and doesn't look too bad, either.

Someday I may get a video card for this computer with an HDMI port (I may not always get to use this TV massiveness but after this bit of spoiling.....I may put "pretty new monitor" on my wishlist....). I might not, though; it's already got an Nvidia Radeon HD chipset built into this mother board....and it's got what appears to be some other kinda port that I'll hafta look into.....

Meanwhile, this is so gorgeous. Even if I don't go all HD/HDMI/whatever, I really should look into getting a new monitor. I watch so much stuff on here--movies, shows, youtube, etc--it makes sense for it to be, you know, especially attractive. Maybe I'll see if I can just keep this up hooked up here forever...it would save us all the trouble of me having to transfer stuff to external hdd's or thumbdrives just so I can show stuff to people....hmmm.

Anyway, another idling Sunday afternoon post.

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