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Tuesday, June 13, 2006
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Hearing Jenny Was a Friend of Mine -- The Killers

Wanton Geekery


I sometimes wonder at what point it was that I became such a big ol' geek and started lusting after computer components. I think it was some time after I got married, because I don't remember being single and saying to myself "yeah, that's a mighty fine storage array" or any such. This is not to suggest that being married turned me into a geek -- indeed not -- merely that these late-blooming geek urges truly began to express themselves after I entered the matrimonial state. I occasionally wonder if Krissy looks at the geek with whom she has bonded and wonders whatever happened to the guy she thought she was marrying. I'm afriad to ask. But she hasn't left yet, so maybe it's not so bad.

This is all lead-up to me saying that I found this article on how to build your own smokin'-hot gaming computer rig for under $800 unaccountably fascinating. The chances of me doing something like this is negligible -- it appears to involve using workshop-like tools, which just ain't gonna happen -- but I could get some other tool-using geek to build me one. You know, toss in some Cheetos and a case of Diet Mountain Dew and come back when both are gone. It could work!

Man, something's wrong with me. That's all I have to say about it for now.


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  • #4 Comment from monponsett 
    6/13/06 1:35 PM Permalink
    I should add on the fact that hub made me the walking stick/rapier after about the second or third time I clumsily set the pepper spray he bought me (he worries when I walk the dog every evening) off in either the house, my car, or my purse.

    I'd also mentioned soaking down Governor Romney with it while I was going up to have lunch with my friend Julianne at the State House, but we don't need to go there right now.

    Shea was 95% of the way to spraying my pepper spray on her food once when I stopped her. She can't cook, but I'm working on it with her.
  • #3 Comment from bigwords07b0 
    6/13/06 12:45 PM Permalink
    I'm happy to say I'm one of those with enough geekery (is that even a word?) to build my own PC. The tools I used consisted of the following:

    -a philips screwdriver
    -needle-nosed pliers

    This little article of yours intrigues me because of it's water-cooling parts. I overclock my frakenputer (2.4Ghz O/Ced to 3.12Ghz!) but there's that little thing about electrical components and water....

    Damn the torpedoes, full geek ahead!!!
  • #2 Comment from aurielalata 
    6/13/06 12:17 PM Permalink
    My kids would never get off the computer if I built something like that. Wow.

    It's funny, I didn't start lusting after computer components or even show much of an interest or aptitude for computers until after my divorce. Perhaps it has more to do with my divorce coinciding with the explosion of the Information Age (circa 1997), than the actual divorce itself. I first connected to the internet in mid-97 and was hooked. I think I must have always been a geek (my reading of Asimov as a teen points to it), but really didn't truly embrace it till I got my own computer and had to learn to use it.

    Somehow, I think Krissy must have known you were a geek. The best part is that she loved for who you were, geekiness and all.

    Jess
    http://journals.aol.com/aurielalata/CIWTheOtherInvisible
  • #1 Comment from monponsett 
    6/13/06 10:32 AM Permalink
    You may be on to something here.

    My husband- before I married him- had 3 interests: sports, food, and sex. Most of his day was spent in pursuit of one of the three.

    Then he married me. All of our parts fit, I can cook like no one else in town, and I'll not only let him watch sports all day- I join him.

    Marrying me essentially sated all of his needs, and it was only then that his intellectual capability expanded into other interests. To get away from my sister and I talking about him in French, he built a workshop in the cellar.

    He now invents stuff- he's made a really nice crib for Melissa, a retractable side table for the bar b q that folds back behind the Q to save space when no one's cooking, and a walking stick for me (shut UP) that- should a coyote confront Sloppy and I- can be pushed down, twisted, and pulled back to reveal a 12" thin steel blade that could kill just about anything.

    I'm sure you were a geek before you married Krissy (no offense meant from me- my glasses are worse than any I saw in any Nerd film, ever), but Krissy's influence freed you from chasing Sex and Salsa to do other things.

    She helped you Self Actualize, if you really want the technical term.