Ode to DH
A poem by TD Smith.
My man? He’s hot.
4 gigs of ram, he bought.
“Install it myself? I’ll take a shot.”
“It won’t be easy”, others thought.
My man? He’s unshakable.
He’s impressively capable.
If, at this point you’ve realized nothing else, you should be keenly aware that a poet I am not. But hey! I’ve got a smart husband, who is totally compucapable… and that’s pretty hot. Intelligence is sexy.
And yes, he again performed an upgrade on one of our computers (this one’s a four and a half year old iMac). He’s given it new life, new pep, new vigor. It was still doing pretty well for it’s age, but now it’s like a brand new machine again.
Thanks Damon. Mwah!