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Onesi-messed

My laptop's name is Onesimus. It's a biblical reference to the book of Philemon and a runaway slave whose name means "useful." And while my computer has served me well over the past three years, he has been more frustration than blessing in the last few months.

So yesterday, on my day off, I began an in-depth search for the next, more better machine. It turns out, everyone has an opinion - a simple status update on Facebook gave me several friends willing to share their thoughts and help me out. I was directed to this article ranking the top 10 netbooks (from which I stumbled on this article: Top 5 Items Ruined by Swarovski Crystals...such a shame, really).

I've narrowed it down to 5 potential purchases: Dell Inspiron Mini 12, MSI Wind, eeePC 1000HE, HP Mini 1000, or Toshiba NB2000.

As of last night, I was thinking I'd make the purchase within the week. But then I learned two things.

a) Onesimus is under warranty for another 55 days! So I can probably get a new hard drive for free. (here's hoping)
b) A new round of netbook processors & Windows 7 come out in the fall...

I'm still going to get a new machine - I need a more portable one for work this year. And there are more problems with this one than my slight hard drive malfunction...but it's less urgent.

I like less urgent. I need to carefully weigh all the pros and cons. ALL the pros and cons. Right now, the most important factors are:
a) keyboard size
b) battery life
c) portability
d) OS options - I think I might leave Windows behind...

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