I bought a laptop in Russia. I was very proud of myself -- I took the metro to the mall (a very American looking mall) and walked into the equivalent of Russia's "Circuit City." It was large, there were plasma screen TVs on the wall, and there were computers. After some deliberations, and some conferences with the servicemen (two of whom spoke English), I plopped down my credit card and invested in my newest piece of technology. A necessity, I feel, when traveling Europe by the seat of my pants. Now, I can surf the web and find directions, articles and numerous other niceities for getting around.
Of course, everything on my computer is in Cyrillic. Why shouldn't it be? But, there's only a limited number of words that I need to know successfully navigate a computer, right? How hard can it be?
Um, it's hard.
Right now I'm in Starbucks desperately trying to find a way to change my computer's "display language" so that I can recognize what the heck it is that I'm doin' with my lovely little "maly malchik" (my tiny computer's name). In time, I'm sure I will pull myself, and Maly Malchik, together. But for now, Dear Sweet Poopin' Jesus, I have no idea what I'm doing on this thing.
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