Press start. Silence. Press start, hold button. Not a peep.
Get glass of wine. Sip generously. Press start. Dead. Dead. Dead.
The computer went to sleep peacefully and never awoke. A fine wake was held by all who thought it had died so young.
But wait. Not quite dead yet. Dr. Geek dives into the mass of wires and appliesCPR CPU resuscitation and with one twang of the heart start button, it zings to life. No obituary for this one yet.
Apparently it does not like our new apartment. Less than 48 hours later the other organs begin to fail, one by one. First diagnosis is a virus. Second is catastrophic cascading failures that not even Gregory House could halt.
We have little time to grieve and replace the machine, which runs our life. We have even lessinsurance funds to cover such an illness. Go in peace you strange little machine, damn you.
We grieve for a minute. We hold a wake with another bottle of wine for about an hour. And then we start shopping.
If we buy one from XYZ, we will spend nearly 2K to buy a likeness of our previous sickly machine. If we buy another from ABC, we will spend more than 2k to be adequately supplied with enough gigabytes to make room for wonder hog, Photoshop. All too much money.
But this time, Dr. Geek has a new idea. Why don't we buy the pieces to make a machine ourselves. Aghast, I am sure that we are not allowed to clone in our own apartment, are we? But who would be the wiser? It isn't likely to smell much, and we still have no neighbors, so sound would not be an issue. Why not?!
Dr. Geek makes a list. Early Saturday we sneak off to the place where one can obtain such parts, and we don't even wear a disguise. All the Geeks look alike there anyway. We obtain the help of one of the youngest Geeks available since they, particularly, are the most knowledgeable. We load up our arms with pieces that will come to life shortly.
After paying a handsome, but not exorbitant sum, we are escorted to the car by the young Geek in order to make sure our wares are safely stowed for the journey back to thelaboratory apartment.
It pays to live somewhere like our apartment where though there are hundreds of units, there are no humans to be seen. We are able to sneak from the underground garage right into our cave without seeing another person. Our wares are safe.
Taking time for a fortifying luncheon, we stoke ourselves before entering thelaboratory office itself to begin the task of creation. All the components are laid out and the tools gathered. Dr. Geek hums to himself since iTunes is not available just yet. Fortunately he can hum on key. The muses make themselves scarce since humming is annoying to them. And the building begins.
A miracle I tell you. A miracle. In about three hours we have a creation with lights, sounds, fans, humming coming from drives, not the Geek, and lots of wires. It is alive. And soon it is talking.
Within another 24 hours the new creation will be running ever so sprightly with a memory that encapsulates the beloved departed and much much more without even skipping a beat. It is a sight to behold. Just 24 hours back it was merely a bunch of boxes, metal, and wire. Oh, and chips. And now it is, well, a portal to the virtual universe.
Kudos to Dr. Geek for being able to build our new machine from scratch. He wonders sometimes how I can build a fine tasting cookie from the parts that litter the countertop, like sugar, gluten free flour and other ingredients that alone are meaningless. It is the same thing. I wonder how he can create a zippy-do-dah computer in less than a weekend from scratch and make it cost a fraction of what ABC or XYZ would charge for even more power and memory?
And except for all those life lines extending out its rear end, it looks just like any other, fitting in quite nicely with the rest of the machines. And no one is the wiser. That is, until they look inside. One of a kind. Just like Dr. Geek.
Get glass of wine. Sip generously. Press start. Dead. Dead. Dead.
The computer went to sleep peacefully and never awoke. A fine wake was held by all who thought it had died so young.
But wait. Not quite dead yet. Dr. Geek dives into the mass of wires and applies
Apparently it does not like our new apartment. Less than 48 hours later the other organs begin to fail, one by one. First diagnosis is a virus. Second is catastrophic cascading failures that not even Gregory House could halt.
We have little time to grieve and replace the machine, which runs our life. We have even less
We grieve for a minute. We hold a wake with another bottle of wine for about an hour. And then we start shopping.
If we buy one from XYZ, we will spend nearly 2K to buy a likeness of our previous sickly machine. If we buy another from ABC, we will spend more than 2k to be adequately supplied with enough gigabytes to make room for wonder hog, Photoshop. All too much money.
But this time, Dr. Geek has a new idea. Why don't we buy the pieces to make a machine ourselves. Aghast, I am sure that we are not allowed to clone in our own apartment, are we? But who would be the wiser? It isn't likely to smell much, and we still have no neighbors, so sound would not be an issue. Why not?!
Dr. Geek makes a list. Early Saturday we sneak off to the place where one can obtain such parts, and we don't even wear a disguise. All the Geeks look alike there anyway. We obtain the help of one of the youngest Geeks available since they, particularly, are the most knowledgeable. We load up our arms with pieces that will come to life shortly.
After paying a handsome, but not exorbitant sum, we are escorted to the car by the young Geek in order to make sure our wares are safely stowed for the journey back to the
It pays to live somewhere like our apartment where though there are hundreds of units, there are no humans to be seen. We are able to sneak from the underground garage right into our cave without seeing another person. Our wares are safe.
Taking time for a fortifying luncheon, we stoke ourselves before entering the
A miracle I tell you. A miracle. In about three hours we have a creation with lights, sounds, fans, humming coming from drives, not the Geek, and lots of wires. It is alive. And soon it is talking.
Within another 24 hours the new creation will be running ever so sprightly with a memory that encapsulates the beloved departed and much much more without even skipping a beat. It is a sight to behold. Just 24 hours back it was merely a bunch of boxes, metal, and wire. Oh, and chips. And now it is, well, a portal to the virtual universe.
Kudos to Dr. Geek for being able to build our new machine from scratch. He wonders sometimes how I can build a fine tasting cookie from the parts that litter the countertop, like sugar, gluten free flour and other ingredients that alone are meaningless. It is the same thing. I wonder how he can create a zippy-do-dah computer in less than a weekend from scratch and make it cost a fraction of what ABC or XYZ would charge for even more power and memory?
And except for all those life lines extending out its rear end, it looks just like any other, fitting in quite nicely with the rest of the machines. And no one is the wiser. That is, until they look inside. One of a kind. Just like Dr. Geek.
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written just perfectly :) I loved it ~ and the geek!!!
Love the analogy ~ pure genius!!!
Love the analogy ~ pure genius!!!
back to the feed with you!
Great story and impressive accomplishment, to build a computer!
Aw, I think the Geek deserves a great big hug. People who can build computers are heroes to tech-illiterates like me.
I hope you are all settling in your new home nicely! Did you unpack the Kitchenaid mixer yet? Tomorrow's Tuesday...
I hope you are all settling in your new home nicely! Did you unpack the Kitchenaid mixer yet? Tomorrow's Tuesday...
ah yes, the kitchen aid. it is unpacked, but I have yet to figure out where all the food is located, and how come we don't have half the ingredients I did before. Seems someone cleaned a little too zealously. I need to shop.
Thanks Ann!
Suzn - indeed. I was impressed too.
Thanks Ann!
Suzn - indeed. I was impressed too.
I want one too! Can he make me one too? Mine keeps trying to die.....
I want one too! Can he make me one too? Mine keeps trying to die.....
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