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I can't even deal with the Troy Davis trainwreck lighting up my twitter tonight; maybe another night I'll have it in me to post about things like the death penalty and how I feel about it. Not right now.

So instead have a post of me nattering about computers.

While indulging my craving for fried food (hey, when most of the time eating hurts, if I get a craving and don't feel like throwing up I try to follow it) I was idly poking the nets for info on upgrading both Squee and EPEEN seeing as both of them aren't quite in the home, but getting on up there. Squee I can't do much with other than swap out her paltry 1GB RAM chip with a 2GB one, but what do you want, she's an older and quite well loved netbook. Not exactly built for performance. Still, I'd like to be able to make a skype call with her on occasion and not have the person on the other end come out sounding like Max Headroom - doesn't seem like too much to ask of something that's basically my travel compy.

EPEEN I can't do very much with either, which I was at first kind of exasperated by until I poked at her spec sheet and discovered that she's still about par with a good solid desktop machine available now; in fact most of the systems I've been selling at the computer store clock a fair amount slower or only slightly faster than her at best, albeit with far more efficient chip architecture (i7 in the new machines vs EPEEN's Core 2 Duo). Still, damn girl. Not bad for a going on 4 year old system. I don't know why I'm surprised, she was configured with the express purpose of making Janra cry/shit himself with envy while I played games on it (and yes, that maiden run of WoW with all the sliders set to max was a glorious thing indeed). I guess you get so used to thinking about any kind of machine you have that's more than a couple years old as a Triassic era paperweight, no matter what's under the hood. At any rate, she's already maxed out for RAM, so other than eventually getting a Win 7 upgrade and clean installing it she doesn't really need too much. Well, probably a once over with the compressed air maybe.

So yeah, pretty much, new chip for one, new OS for the other... s'like $200. I can probably get that done by Christmas, and then should be good to go for computer stuff for another long while, which is good. I get inordinately attached to these beep boop boxes... which is probably why in 24 years I've only ever had three main desktop systems*, supplemented with a smattering of hand-me-down/rescued laptops.



* I've had my own computer since I was 9 years old. Started with an Apple IIGS (Christmas 1987), an IBM Aptiva (Master Freak, Christmas 1995), had an essentially desktopless period between 2005-2008, and then EPEEN. Rate I'm going, I'm not getting a new machine until 2017, lol.

On the one hand, it's lunchtime and this is the first time I've gotten to sit down since getting off the bus. My feet are already screaming. On the other hand, if the traffic remains steady through the day rather than dead dead dead dead HOLY CRAP 15 PEOPLE RIGHT AT CLOSING TIME maybe I'll get out of here on time today. So it's not entirely a bad thing. Plus busy days go faster.

In completely else news, this morning was much more together than yesterday in terms of getting out of bed on time and getting morning stuff done so that's a win, even though I woke up from a strange but interesting dream wherein I was having a heart to heart conversation with someone I no longer speak to (no, not either of Them). It was weird because the conversation happened while we were trapped in a large rambling antique mansion trying to solve a murder mystery so we were wandering through all sorts of rooms and staircases that folded in on each other in Escher-esque ways (oh, dream logic) and having this intense conversation at the same time. It ended well, which was nice. Normally when real people i have beef with show up in my dreams it always devolves into screaming and waking up angsty.

Also? My brain suddenly developed an infestation of plotbunnies. We'll see whether they get exterminated by Life per usual or if the ideas actually go somewhere. If they stick around long enough, maybe I'll make another laughable crack at NaNoWriMo this year. Or as it usually works out in my case, NaNoWri48h.

I think tonight cell23 and I are going birthday shopping for Kidzilla, since D&D is canceled. I have some plans for what I want to get her, and something I wanted to make but I got sidetracked, so it's gonna wait until Christmas. (Considering it was going to be a calendar/journal like object, it makes sense to give it to her at the turn of the new year anyway.) I'm kinda psyched about it, honestly. I remember seven being a pretty awesome year. At the same time whaaaaaaaaaaat? She's seven already? Man, the old. I has it.

Ugh, I really don't want to put my shoes back on and head back up into the computer trenches. :P No rest for the wicked, and since wicked is tattooed on my shoulder, that includes me.