dhanas knick knacks

I am about to buy my daughter a computer for her birthday. But that's not necessarily great news for anyone involved – her, her mother, the folks who are making the machine, or even the guys who are delivering it to us.

My daughter will be pleased enough when she sees the box. What she will find inside the Styrofoam peanuts will greatly resemble my high-end laptop, which she has been coveting (and frequently borrowing) for a year now. But it won't be anywhere near as powerful, and it will only cost me about 10% of what I spent on my machine.

When she plugs it in, she will discover that her cheapskate, dictatorial father has purchased her one of those newfangled "netbooks." It will have just enough computing power and memory to allow her to search Wikipedia, write reports for school, and chat with friends on Facebook...