11.12.07
the joy of pc
Despite being a Gentleman of Leisure these days, I still have a basic built-in loathing of Monday mornings. Self-employment is simultaneously great because it allows you to wake up when you like, and awful because it means that every day is, in effect, a working day; so Mondays should, in theory, be meaningless, and mornings even more so.
However, if something is going to go wrong for the week, it’ll probably go wrong on a Monday morning. So it doesn’t really bode terribly well that thus far, the bulk of my Monday has been spent swearing at my PC, followed by taking Affirmative Action and delving into its bowels to try and work out what ridiculous thing has gone wrong with the heap of ill-conceived junk that is the IBM-derived Personal Computer this time.
I’ve just spent an hour at my desk laboriously taking apart my graphics card, meticulously cleaning the heatsink and fan, carefully dabbing off the bizarre gunk that passes for thermal paste in whatever South-East Asian sweatshop is throwing together curiously brand-named ATI chipset boards these days, painstakingly scraping on a thin film of Arctic Silver paste, and then excruciatingly carefully screwing the whole godforsaken assembly back together.
I’m almost afraid to try loading Tabula Rasa again, frankly, because if it doesn’t work I’m going to heave the whole fucking box out the fucking window.
Who ever said PC gaming wasn’t fun, eh readers?
Oh wait, that was me. About ten times a week. Grr.
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