the cheese stands alone

Music To My Ears

I am so technologically retarded that only recently have I started using the CD drive on my computer to play music CDs while I muck about here.
I'll wait while you tell me what an idjit I am.
The computer I had before this one (his name was Fred) was a 486. Yes, that was the speed. Four Eight Six. I have been told this is akin to riding a donkey down the I-5 and expecting to get in the fast lane. If you even tried to take your eyes from one section of the screen to another while typing, Fred would sense it and become insulted, freezing any and all functions and going off to his room to pout and watch Van Halen videos.
So last year the tax refund came and the GM1 gave in to my endless bitching and whining felt sorry for me and we got the current machine, which was on sale but is a very serviceable machine.
And faster than Fred, needless to say. This one was on sale because it was one of the demo models, meaning several hundred grubby young fingers banged on the keyboard trying to get around the store-set password while it was on display. Fine by me.
And it's faster, did I mention that?
So yesterday, I was dicking about and trying to get the boombox that is our stereo positioned so I could listen to it while blogging without having to crank it up to irresponsible decibel levels (like some braindead, screendoor-coveting downstairs arse-nuggets we know) and I thought... Hmmm, look, a lovely little CD thingy and speakers, what are the chances? Hmmmm.....
I'll be damned.
And here I sit, listening to Squeeze while I typo and re-type, and I am one happy Cheesemistress.
If I ever learn how to download music or use the DVD function, I'll probably have to buy a new chair. They'll never wring this one out.
(This computer's name, by the way, is Jean-Baptiste Emmanuel. Wonder if any of you know where that comes from?)