Seems I was doing some adjusting and modifications on the inside of my
trusty computer when, in a complete moment of carelessness, I forgot to
unplug the power cord from the back of the box. I had been working on
it for 30 minutes without a hitch when I just got sloppy. Like my
marriage, a mere spark has led to disaster.
A millisecond before plugging in the new hard drive, I realized that
the box was still juiced. No sooner had I made contact than it sparked,
sizzled and all life was gone. I'm sure I overloaded and/or shorted out
the mobo. Funny thing though...the hard drive survived.
I was able to scramble around my basement and piece together a
reasonably fast Dell. It's got an older P-II 400 processor, but the
mobo was a bit newer than my late great HP Celeron. I installed a stick
of 512 memory and this thing flies. Well, compared to that slug-slow
Celeron I fried, my kid's Nintendo64 "flies".
The funeral will be tomorrow around 3 or 4pm at which time I'll down a
couple of glasses of wine and heave the HP's carcass as far as I can
out into the woods across the street from my house. Immediately
following, there will be a graveside service which will consist of me
emptying my bladder with great force onto the smoke-streaked Celeron
processor. A well-deserved salute, indeed.
"The Ross Needs A New Computer Fund." Give till it hurts.
