Ali - This chapter reminded me how much I treat my computer like it is alive. Its personality is beyond what I make it by talking or yelling at it; when I write papers its true identity comes out. My computer, or shall I say, my animated paper clip buddy, is my friend. I call him up every time I write, so I am not alone. He keeps me company by swaying side to side, occasionally raising his eyebrows. I even have the option to "animate" him further and make him do funny tricks when I need a break or a laugh. But the best part about him is he does not let me go wrong. I can ask him questions when I don't know what to do--which is often because I am a hesitant user, easily confused.

But not everyone shares my sentiments about my paper clip friend. My roommate, Liz, hates him. That's because she is an aggressive computer user who doesn't want a cute, polite friend. She doesn't want to ask him question; she wants her problems solved automatically by an assertive machine.