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A dead computer is a sad thing to see. It doesn't smell like the organic kind of death but it definitely is silent and quite absent of any movement and sound - I find myself mourning Beastie but he is gone, gone like last week's dinner, not quite as much as a cat, though, it is, after all only a computer.
Happened very strangely, too. I played a few games at 4 am and then decided to return to bed after my husband left for work - when I rose, the computer, Beastie, was DEAD. No hurricanes, earthquakes or lightening struck the house during my nap - I checked. Death came, as they always say, in his sleep, peacefully.
My husband, who is working overtime, promises me an autopsy this weekend so we can know what happened though his educated guess it the motherboard or the CPU blew - a wild outside hope is that it is the power supply but I am somehow doubtful of that, too easy. That means that we will follow family custom and he will build himself a new computer and I will get this computer - His - for my very own. It isn't much faster than Beastie was because of the ceiling that seems to now exist for CPU speeds but it is fast enough for anything I do with it. My husband loves flight sims, which demands frame speeds above the normal; something that does not much inspire me but most of my games are puzzles of various kinds, only rarely do I play a first person fighter game like Diablo and none of my games demand the frame speeds of his flight simulations.
It really makes me wonder if computer ( uses) constitute some kind of addiction because after the first day I was ready to fight something for the right to own a computer, but sanity kicked in and I am doing fine. I may even get some sewing done while I waiting for the next incarnation of the Beastie, which I suspect will happen near the Fourth of July, when My husband will have the time to order and then assemble the new computer.
It's Nice that human beings aren't the only reincarnating creatures in the universe, computers reincarnate, too, sometimes even in the same box they lived in their previous life.
Other news : I worked in the yard, yesterday, helping a new neighbor clean up some old trees that grow between lots and hurt my right shoulder - something is inflamed or strained, I am not sure which. The pain is ---- indescribable ---- What did I ever do in my past lives to deserve so many problems with my shoulders? What ever it was I am most heartily sorry for it now and promise never to do it, again ! I actually have the fabrics and patterns on my sewing table for my summer nightgowns - now they must somehow be cut and get sewn.
Take care and have a lovely weekend all who read this !
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