Last month, my daughter mentioned that her computer was having trouble playing some newer 3D game titles.
“See, this is why all the cool Seattle parents are having dogs …”, I said to my wife, “… but still, I’d rather buy my kids new stuff than follow them around, putting their shit in a sandwich bag.”
The next day, I surfed over to Newegg and plunked down a few hundred bucks for a new graphics card.
See, my daughter may get pregnant at 15; might go on the pole to support a black tar habit; might become some bulldyke’s old man; but no daughter of mine will ever, and I mean EVER endure poor framerates.
I’ll put up with a lot of things, but marginally substandard technology is not one of them. Remember, I’m the guy who ordered a 2.6Ghz CPU option from the Apple Store for an extra $300, because the alternative was being stuck at 2.5Ghz.
While it may have seemed foolish to some at the time, the way I look at it, it was an investment. Just wait until you see how much that chip is worth ten years from now, when it’s time for my kids to go to college. Yes, we’ll see who’s laughing then.
Anyway, tonight, I walked by my daughter’s room, and I asked her how the new card was performing.
“Great”, she said with a smile, “everything’s really smooth.”
I glanced over her shoulder to see for myself, and there she was … running around an arena called the “Cocainum”, pausing just long enough to dispatch her opponents with a broken whiskey bottle.
And to think, there was actually a point in my life when I worried that I might not make a very good parent.
Thank God those days are now behind me.
Yes, far, far behind me.