Random Shit That Will Probably Bore The Pants Off You. Now With Updates!

And then you'll be wandering around pants-less, possibly being pointed and laughed at and cursing me. No one wins here*. Just walk away man. Just walk away.

I miss understanding the latest in comp tech well enough to build my own rig from scratch. I've done it 2... maybe 3 times in total, but that was so long ago. I look now and so much has changed. I don't have the first clue anymore on matching components, compatibility, best buys, prices, performance etc.

I love computers, but that love (and my damn free time) falls shy of the amount needed to constantly keep up-to-date on this stuff. I want to, but every time I try to wade in, it's like I know nothing and I'm starting from scratch all over again. And, well, I don' wanna. An alternative to writing would have seen me probably happily building computers in a back room somewhere, lacking basic human interaction and loving it**. Sadly, I was never quite able to get into that. Instead, I usually end up in Techsupport, *shudder* with it's customer service and helping people*** horrors. I'll be right back, no worries, just need to clear a little vomit out of my mouth.

So anyways, the tldr version is, want new computer. Broke and cheap, wish to make own, can't. Don't know enough anymore. Ugh, Wicked feel stupid. Smash gud. Teach electrical thingies not mess with.

Oh hell, ADD strikes again. I had more random shit I was going to bore you with, but I can't remember it now... Nope, still missing. Fine. Here you go. Perhaps it'll come to me later and I can update this post.

UPDATE: Ah ha! I remembered. My blog is too limiting. I can't do the things I want with it. Can't rearrange things the way I want to. I keep looking at that there Wordpress thingy that all the published, professional writers use. But the sheer amount of work involved, wow. And to get the themes I want? Money. Web hosting. Registering a domain name (all the cool names I want are taken. And I'm terrible at coming up with names and titles. You have no idea.). Jesus. So. Much. Effort. And money. I mentioned I'm broke yes?

OK, bye bye.


*Unless you're the kind of person who never swears. In which case, I count this a total win for me.

**Yes, I am that antisocial. :) I once had a glorious job wherein I frequently went weeks at a time without talking to another human being in a way that required my voice. I loved it. I keep waiting for this whole "oh, woe, woe is me! Writing is so lonely, so isolating" thing to kick in. *Peers around* Not fast enough I tell you.

***Which, sadly, I'm pretty good at. Or use to be, my threshold for this shit has worn very, very thin now.