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A few days ago I was doing an actual Flash Friday flash, um, I guess that’d be two days seeing how this Sunday. My computer has been have increasingly frequent crisis of conscious and electricity. To say it crashed would be imprecise; fifteen years ago when I decided to quit Mac’s altogether I was resigned to as many blue screens of death as Microsoft deemed necessary for my sins. Yeah, no. There’s some kind of short in the power supply. I found it was cheaper to have a custom made computer built than it was to buy the parts. I mean new parts. I could replace the case and the power supply and go through all that manual file transfer and windows shit and save myself a few hundred, but the money I’d save would be pound for pound sweat equity.
I know there are other ways, but shit, I mean fuck, right? So it didn’t eat my flash but it ruined the momentum and here, two days in the future, it pops up with all the subtle judgment of a fetal alcohol syndrome child. That’s judgment as in J’accuse not impaired judgment as in Donald Trump’. Without momentum it’s just dialogue. It was meant to be a classic October flash Friday, late in the month and a few bucks short of cab fare, but showing up, which, with flashs is all they need do.
The computer cut out and I had an existential angst sort of crisis. The timing is coincidence. Both didn’t suddenly happen, I’ve been playing ‘ignore it and it will go away’ with both. I lost that game. In the long run I’m not sure I’ve ever won that game with the possible exception of my second wife but it was messier than one (me being said one) hoped for. Oh shit, here comes a musical interlude

Whew glad y’all got that out of your system.
My computer looks like an after school special on … everything; drug use, staying in school, tech pregnancy, The Devils music and bullying. Duct tape and prayer and a precarious balancing of various odd shaped paper weights, the latter being hard to explain but absolutely necessary.

The guy at best buy talked me out of a computer I was ready just to buy. To be fair to him there was a stock discrepancy, but shit, for me at least, it’s their M.O. snagging defeat from the jaws of victory. I got a tad pissy at the end of the conversation, the last pubic hair of hope I held out for talking myself into it. I asked about the brand and he said something that’s always going to bring a bit of pee out of me; “At this price point it’s a great value.” I said something like “I used to work for circuit city …” I hadn’t intended to pause for the reaction and he made one a sort of appreciative and derisive snort of appreciative derision, I powered through “and that’s exactly what I told the cheap motherfuckers who insisted on buying Packard bells and wanted my reassurance that they were wise consumers.” He stared at me blankly, I’m sure in his head he was thinking “It’s Hewlett Packer not Packard Bell”. So I continued with “It’s a bad sales technique to denigrate a product you carry or, for that matter, any product. I’m asking you straight up, whats your experience with this brand?” He hemmed and hawed about not owning everything in the store, I stopped him and asked about how many get returned. He said he didn’t know. That pubic hair went up in smoke. He either was lying, didn’t know how to check repair history (which is done in shop) or Best buy has a really shitty data base or, possibly, all three.

Since I had to go back to crackling capital punishment computer to check the stats again and possibly order online I expanded my search. I still maintain if they had the computer in stock (it took me five minutes to convince dude best buy carried such a computer) I would have bought and probably would have had no regrets. Given that it had to be shipped it was competing with the entire world. Yeah, no. Oh, I stopped in Target on the way back, their Tech guy insisted that Target doesn’t sell desktops. I guess he’s never been on their website, but shit, target doesn’t claim to be an electronics store. I also stopped by Walmart where I cleverly dodged their blue coats to find their sad little trendy section of all in ones. In theory there’s no good reason why I can’t do my shit on a cheap, sad, trendy Walmart sale all in one. In practice I need more chaos and, on occasion, often without just cause, I need to crack the box and mess with the guts.
At all three brick and mortar stores they misunderstood my lament that nobody sells parts locally. After a minute or two of listening to them list off ink cartridges and memory “sticks” and game controllers, I said motherboard and case and power supply. Everyone except the guy at best buy was sure best buy carried that stuff. The guy at best buy suggested staples. When I first moved to town there was a local parts store. If there still was I might have built one just for the gratification. I cruised TigerDirect; prices up, quality mitigated, and, the whole shipping thing. 45000 undergrads across the street, you’d think a computer parts store would fucking thrive. Nothing says chaos better than left over parts.
If you just went by this area you’d think AMD went out of business. The only computer that had an FX eight core locally was the computer best buy didn’t have in stock from a brand the guy thought wasn’t carried by best buy. Fuck another musical interlude

Lot of big talk from small blue minds about sixth generation i3, i5, i7 processors, it’s costs twenty buck just to say the name. The tech specs that go on for pages basically say these bad boys overclock without a problem, suggesting all previous intel processors had a problem overclocking. I’m not playing games or rendering 3D designs, I don’t need to overclock but I can with my current duct taped sparking computer with an AMD quad core. I guess if I was typing while listening to three different songs and streaming five channels of live porn and science fiction overclocking might keep the stray tit, conjunction or phaser from pixelating. Ok, busted. I have a fetish for pixelated tit. I kid. I’m a leg man.
Of all the upgraded shit in the basic computer design the one I didn’t get that I might could find a use for down the line was DDR4 memory which will be the key to VR shit. Good thing I’m not building one this time, I probably would have forked out the cash for a board with DDR4 I really want to call it Deutsche Democratische Republik Veir or Day Day Are Fear) and maybe a solid state drive for no other reason than it sounds cool. As it is I’m getting something built that’s more than I or most of you need for about 650 including the tax. Because of the demographic that uses the site I’m getting a gaming case (only options were gaming cases) that looks like one of those tricked out Honda Civics with the blue neon running lights. And the options for graphics cards were a bit over the top too, but the price point came in low and the hard drive has nothing on it but windows and a couple terrabytes of space.
Oh, yeah, existential angst. That shit sucks. Here’s the story my computer ate and was prematurely truncated

“There is something I should say to you.”
The pause was conceived. Eight weeks later, awkward pause time, the mother peed on a stick then cried.
“Um, ok. Hi, I’m Mark. My name, it’s Mark.”
“My window has been looking into yours.”
“Ok. Thanks. I got this thing, So…”
The pregnant pause went into the second trimester, ill tempered and snarl nosed, in a silent rage-y pregnant pause kind of way.
“Here, do you know what these are?”
“Looks like two guitar picks and a Yankees cap.”
The pause goes into a long and difficult labor.
“Personal effects. Yours.”
“The fuck man.”
“Yes, the fuck. You’re going to get in the car with these people and we are going somewhere else.”