Rig, number … I’m not even sure anymore

Day 83. 46 pages, 19,379 words.

Another weekend, another set of social events! At least this time, I can’t really complain about not getting to write. I will as usual be trying to do as much as I can on my phone, but there will be no writing for a while: my parents arrive on Monday and will be using the bar to sleep in, and my computer has gone to the big recycling centre in the sky. Yes, Silicon Heaven.

silicon-heaven

Where all the calculators go.

My computer is very old, and very clogged with unnecessary stuff. It was last updated I-don’t-know-when, but it’s been years. And it really only got a new graphics card at that point so I could play Skyrim and Deadpool. Incidentally, I never had time to play Skyrim and Deadpool. Oh, and it got a new power pack so it could run the card. That’s about it.

Anyway, recently my antivirus ran out and Mrs. Hatboy put me onto the household antivirus network, and at about the same time my good friend Heikki took the rig apart and put in a couple of RAM chips some three times faster than the ones that had been in there, and yet all of a sudden my rig – or at least its boot-up and Word functionality, which is basically all I ever use it for – slowed down massively.

Something must have just given up inside it, and Heikki declared it was just old age.

So, time for a new rig!

The good news is, I think he’s just going to move my hard drive across (but I have backed everything up anyway, just in case) into a computer that my lanttumies Vuta[1] salvaged from an associate and is basically younger and superior to my old rig in every component, even the graphics card. Vuta’s throwing in a new-fangled SSD hard drive to boot up from. So, let’s see how all that goes.

[1] No, it’s lanttumies.

In the meantime, off to my auntie-in-law’s place for celebratory birthday coffee, and then an evening of Arkham Horror with some friends.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy. https://hatboy.blog/2013/12/17/metalude-who-are-creepy-and-hatboy/
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3 Responses to Rig, number … I’m not even sure anymore

  1. dreameling says:

    You need to post your device specs here. I just wanna know. Really, no competition or anything like. For realz.

    Btw., what’s “household antivirus network”?

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