My Asus snow-white eee has yet to be delivered to me in reality, but a few minutes ago it was delivered in a dream, and embedded in the dream was written its future name.

prinneh@Lolita: Light on my knees, cold to my touch. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palette to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Leee. Ta.

It is Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, displaying seven inches in two pounds. It is Lola in unbuntu. It is Dolly at lectures. It was Doloreees 4gb White on the dotted digital line. But in my arms it was always Lolita.

Did it have a precursor? It did, indeed it did. In point of fact, I might have brought no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial subnotebook. In a kingdom by the sea. Oh when? About as many months before Lolita was manufactured as my e-penis was in length that summer. You can always count on a blogger for a fancy prose style.

(Ladies and gentle)men of the internet, exhibit #1 is what my classmates, the technologically crippled, but noble-minded classmates, envied. Behold this lack of thorns: