The old PC was barely adequate for barely advanced use. When it stopped working, nothing in my life changed. I was shocked by how little it meant. I missed writing small, unread articles that a couple of people read if and when time allows. Emails, too, but they are becoming rare as my friends disappear.
At first, my idea was to put together a “good PC.” What would I like? That machine would cost too much. Putting it together from six months of researched best deals, I could build a powerful, high memory, screaming fast CPU unit for a thousand dollars, add around four hundred for a really strong graphics processing unit or buy one complete and maybe slightly better, for three thousand three hundred. The first reason not to is that my budget was two hundred bucks. The second reason not to is that the cost of software and reasonable data center access starts around thirty bucks per hour, each.
Finally, reality finally exposed the truth that all I want is to write what God tells me and offer it to the world. The best PC in my imagination would still have to deal with abysmal internet service and untrustworthy electrical supply. So I spent $374 for a new motherboard, an i5-12600 CPU with Intel’s stock A770 graphics onboard, a really nice tower case, and two of the quietest fans I have never heard. Everything else is reused.
Only when the whole shebang came together did the cause of death in the old unit become known: one of two sticks of memory fried. So I use 16 GIG.
What appears in this little Ipsoscope usually includes, “This is God’s will for me today.” My health keeps diminishing, depression is eating me alive (God, Please Help Me!) but I can write again, God has kept me sober, I have a great wife and children, friends, and intend to start living again, hopefully soon. This isn’t writing, but it seems necessary to explain the recent absence. . . again. This post will sit in the general category of Hobbies.
Absences are a hobby, now, eh? I’m glad you were able to get a solid board and processor under everything; the rest can follow easily. As the former production manager at my job liked to say, “keep up the work!”