with a capital eff.

the breakdown:
the shop was (so far in the aftermath) as bad as i thought it was. the guy tried to hang onto my boot disk and lied about what kind of processor i had (an Athlon) when he told me i had a shittier one (a Celeron) to try to sell me a reposessed bank computer with a good-brand procesor (Pentium) that was probably in questionable condition. suspecting falserie, i piped up that that i was "fairly certain" i had an AMD processor because there was this big finned thing with its own fan with a gleaming, holographic "AMD" plastered across the top, and he replied that the label was indicating my motherboard and not my icky, detestible Celeron processor. SO DOUBTFUL did i become, after such a bold statement, that until during the ritualistic disassembly of the dead computer when i pulled out the Athlon i actually believed it. not like i wasn't a little fuzzy on the old box's inventory from like, 2003, but i was right about the fuckin processor.

working parts salvaged: outdated (but adequate) processor, floppy drive, CD writer, and a CD ROM drive. he'd said the motherboard was "pretty destroyed," as well as "worthless," but this preceded a sales attempt. so i'm sure there were other things that still worked but whatever.

OH, WHAT'S MISSING FROM THAT LIST.
a hard disk that don't spin no more.

to anyone who doesn't fully understand the ramifications of that situation, for someone who hasn't backed up their files for not-founded reasons, it's not like salvaging a drive with formatting/software issues. it's worse; not unreasonable to just throw it out when this happens.

SO FAR the only concrete option open to me is hiring a company of those spacesuit guys from the old Pentium commercials, who are going to crack it open like a cold beer in a static-free room and handcrank the fucker with a pneumatic drill. that is, if the mechanism is just disabled and not just fucked hard.

or something. i'm not being very technical, i'm still angry. it all could have been prevented.

for anyone thinking "well look on the bright side at least you can do that thing you just said, all hope is not lost" it ain't so simple. see all that stuff must cost a lot to maintain, so taking their overhead into consideration and the desperation and stupidity of the average customer, these companies charge $500 in the door and around $125 a file for the actual recovery. and the five hundred is just the base estimate without any unexpected difficulty factored in. but i've been told to expect to pay $1500 for what i say i want back. and it still wouldn't be everything. imagine THAT. the math is frightening.

so i'm shopping around. i also have some friends who might be able to help. if not, well. i don't have a choice. i can part with the money even though it's probably a more suitable punishment to just forget it. i wish i hadnt been in such a rush to get it fixed. i wish Intolan was still open so i didn't have to go to a new place. i hope the damage isnt as bad as the tech said it was and that was JUST to get me to buy, even though thatd make him a terrible person. but i can confirm A) that the computer no longer works 2) that the hard drive is paralyzed and D) a surge sealed the deal.

i won't be getting a new computer right away, so i'm going to be gone for a while after this. i'm sorry for all the inbox nuking. i'll know who to go back and check on when i return. definitely after the new year, possibly as late as my birthday (St. Pat's.) "quitting" smoking (1-2 a day) is saving me $50 a week, so i should be able to afford a pretty boss new system by that time. no use scrambling for less-than-the-best (DURING THE HOLIDAYS, no less) just to have a computer sooner-- not if i'm paying for it this time around. goin Cadillac on this bitch. maybe try a new OS too. not Mac.


so i guess it's farewells, for a little while!
i might, when i have a chance (like now) pop in. i miss talking to evryone. i miss having something to do when i'm not out. and i really miss having Paintshop. so lots of new art when i get back.

MUCH LOVE TO ALL.




and now a word to the wise, as well as the un-wise (but they won't know it's about them):

Dad, Dad,
why did you let that man
push you around like that?
You should've beat him down,
down into the ground for that.

He said "Son, you're still young,
and you always jump the gun.

But there's real people in them big-big trucks,
that you flip off when they get in your way. You get
so hot that you pay no mind, to the great big sign that says 'oversize load.'
Do you really think they can go as fast
as you in your '87 Trans Am?
They know you're in a terrible rush,
but they're going just as fast, as fast as they can."

Dad, Dad,
I really don't understand
what driving big trucks has to do with that man--
you should've taught him a lesson about being rude,
about talking to you with such an attitude!

He said "Son, you're still young,
and you always jump the gun.

But there's real people in them big-big trucks,
that you flip off when they get in your way. You get
so hot that you pay no mind, to the great big sign that says 'oversize load.'
Do you really think they can go as fast
as you in your '87 Trans Am?
They know you're in a terrible rush,

but they're going just as fast, as fast as they can."

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