Maybe I'm just a silly old beast. Hell, I remember when I bought my dad a calculator for Xmas and though it was the coolest thing in the world. And, as it turns out, that year, it was. I started with a trash 80, went to a 286, to a 386, to a 486, to a Pent III, to, well, an Apple Ibook. Not even a real advanced deal, and I love it. Of course, I don't wank off playing some fantasy games, but I do get high on how well it runs basic calcs (that, in fact, I only run AFTER, i come up with the solution on paper -- or, on chalk on a stage, I'm just that damn enamored with being right all on my own) and can word process, and surf the web. After that, you need a life, not a better computer.