Eventually there comes a time when the old cannot be saved and rebuilt cost-effectively or efficiently and so a new computer lands at my door. This time, for the man, and a refurbished one that was so reasonably priced and included Windows Vista as well as high-flying memory, hard drive, and all the trimmings (cept a monitor which should be in tomorrow) that I couldn’t pass it up.
It’s sad though, too; with the last couple of purchases being laptops and the last upgrade to a PC a year ago, I miss the physical fun and satisfaction of building one from scratch the way I always did through many, many units over the last dozen years. It’s sort of the same feeling you get when making wine from your own grapes, or picking apples into a pie.
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