Whenever Timmy falls into a well, my netbook comes to fetch me…well, no. Not really. But sometimes I feel like my Acer Aspire One has saved from from a dreadful fate.
For example, if I’m stuck in an airport, and it turns out my flight’s been delayed for two hours. In some airports, there’s a wireless network, so I can use the netbook to log in and send a cry into the wilderness of the internet. Or I might be able to use that two hours–which might stretch into three or four–to get some writing done. And if all else fails, I can surf the internet.
My netbook weighs considerably less than my elderly laptop, and is smaller to boot. If I’ve been carrying it all day, I don’t feel as if I have a knapsack full of iron bars on my back. It’s not such a burden when I’m sprinting across an airport to make my connection. I can carry it even if I’m not sure I’ll need it. Sometimes, this results in me getting an extra couple of pages written on my lunch hour.
Besides all that, I think it’s cute. It’s little and cute. It makes me happy.
And anything that makes me eager to do a little writing can’t help but be a good thing.
This is one like mine: