Posted 26 October 2010 - 12:05 AM
I was unwillingly thrust into computers one rainy night about thirteen years ago when my friend, Weird Harold, drove two hundred miles to my door with some computer parts. Since I had sworn numerous times that I didn't want a computer, Harold came up with a compromise: he didn't bring me a computer, just parts and a nail. He pulled out of his box some memory, a motherboard, and a 486 CPU, which he put together and hung from the nail he pounded into my wall. Then he got out some cables, a floppy drive, a hard drive, a power supply, a little TV set looking thing, and a power cord, and assembled them on my coffee table next to the wall. Whoops! Motherboard too high. New nail hole a little lower in my wall so the cables would reach. Then, out of his pocket he pulled 5 or 6 floppy disks and began feeding them into the floppy drive. By midnite I was looking at a tiny screen that said "WINDOWS 3.1" Harold was very proud of himself. He said "See... you don't have a computer: just computer FUNCTION". Unfortunately, more often than not since that fateful nite it's been computer DISfunction. I have graduated to newer equipment since then, with more power to torment me, but none of it can match the outrageous class of a working motherboard hanging from a nail on my wall.