It is, indeed, a Cyber Monday.

First off. Let me ask: when the f did Cyber Monday start?

{Obviously that’d be today, Monday. I mean how long has it been around?}

And have I been living under a rock or just plain oblivious to it?

Let’s go with the later.

Although there can be no oblivion today, not with the 17 emails — yes, that is 17 — I’ve received about this and that amazing deal.

How the hell did I end up on so many mailing lists anyway?

Dick’s Sporting Goods? Where did that come from?

I’m not really the sporting goods type.

Continuing with our theme of cybnerness …

As if one cue, my super cutie netbook, which still has the plastic covering on the screen, decided to die on me.

The nerve now, to go and do something like that to me.

How thoughtless.

Or it could be the Acer Aspire One.

Or it could be my crazy tech aura.

I’m going to go with a combo of the two.

All I can tell you is, tragedy raced and raged through my body at the sight of the blank, black screen.

Oh hell to the no.

I wasn’t going to go down without a fight, especially only having had this netbook for two and half months.

Seriously — who has a netbook fail on them in under three months?

That answer is clear: moi.

I thought I was well past this … this computer, tech crap following me.

I feel like I have some gray, heavy entity of tech ghosts coming back to haunt and pursue.

These things used to be a much more common occurrence. Apparently, they’re still hanging around for more.

But this story has a happy ending.

I thought of the best option readily available to me: nerdy kids.

The really smart ones. Good with computers.

They were doubtful at first, but after my techy pep talk, I think they were ready for the challenge that lay ahead.

Three hours and many netbook prayers later, I was back in business. Hurah for the tech nerds — which is not my term, but their own for themselves.

I can’t help but have such a fondness for anyone who doesn’t give a fuck about what anybody else thinks.

Those who know who they are.