Pat Gunn (dachte) wrote,
Pat Gunn
dachte

Resurrection of Holly

Holly's been reborn as an Athlon 1Ghz, now with 640M RAM. Inmoving the hardware that could be moved (The old Awe32 couldn'tmake it, as it was ISA, so I'm using the onboard audio on thenew system), I arranged things so it shouldn't get quite sohot (the new case is bigger, has a better CPU fan, and Iused string to add a new fan to the system, positioned behindthe giant drive, and blowing air on it), and all seems to begood. Well, kind of. The monitor on the right seems to be sufferinga bit from odd visual effects, and I'm not sure if that's a KVMthing or just a monitor age thing. Maybe I'll need to replace theright monitor the next time I get some money to blow, althoughright now my expenses are ugly enough that I know it'll be awhilebefore my accounts heal from this recent series of disasters.

I'm very happy with work, with my boss, and with what I'm doing.Woot!I also had a great time at Zets tonight.

Once Verizon gets me online, I have a lot of journal merging to do --some entries are on holly, and thus not on the internet or accessibleto me most of the time. Some are on liam (at work), and are in theseperate journal I have on my webpage, and some are in my notebookand not recorded elsewhere. Some are both in my notebook and on liam.Bleh. Still, it's very nice to be able to sit at my computer deskand have both holly and forrester up, able to complement each otherlike they're meant to.

Anyhow, I'm so sleepy I'm dizzy. Bedtime for me. I hope this hollywon't die overnight like the last one did :)

Actually, I think I might want to adjust that string fan, so I'llprobably shut it down. *shrug*

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