| Friday, November 25, 2005 |
 | One of the many characteristics attributed to vampires, in this case those of Eastern European origin, is obsessive compulsion. When pursued by one of the children of the night, we are told, it is possible to delay them by dropping rice or sand, which the vampire will then be unable to pass without stopping to count them. Given that the kind of vampire credited with this weakness also appears to have a susceptibility to crossing running water, the strategy is generally to drop the rice and bolt for the nearest bridge.
Whereas those of a more darque nature might get in touch with their tenebrous side through the old ways - big shirts, red wine, experimental haemomania - I seem to be stuck in the rice museum. Option paralysis. The fear of choice.
Last month, under the influence of work stress and sleeplessness, I began to fixate on the possibilities of what is known in corporate circles as technology refresh. This is unfortunate, as the number of options when buying a computer are almost limitless, and every single one has some sort of measurable consequence. After a fortnight of more and more time spent obsessively paring, I realised that this was getting ridiculous.
In effect, I just bought my second computer of the year just to stop having to think about buying my second computer of the year. I may need help.
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