About a month ago, my dorky little brother was in town. As usual, he drove to Colorado from New Mexico with a truck full of stuff. Once, after he left, I counted fourteen bicycles in my garage. Once, I ended up with a cat. Always, though, I get computer stuff. This time, though, I didn't get all of it. See, my mother lives maybe five miles away from me, and my brother gave her a computer, too. Continue reading ...