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OKAY, I have gotten Dad's Stupid Media Centre set up, so far as internet connectivity and display via our tv goes. Well, mostly. The connection is touchy for no good reason, and ljshdfklhsa screen resolutions. Die. But you can see 95% of the screen, read 95% of the text, and I am even updating LJ via the thing, so whatever. Close enough for government work, and it's not my baby. That said, because the only other person who has done anything AT ALL to help is Wayne The IT Guy, I am claiming the privileges of WALLPAPER, and more importantly, naming the thing. I sort of wanted to call it the HMS Surprise, but I thought my dad and sister would laugh at me less if I called it the Enterprise.
Life.
Life.