This is actually my father's computer. Or, rather, what was left of it. This 9-year-old Compaq finally wore out last month, and he bought a new machine. A rather nice HP desktop, in fact. Because of that, this thing had been used mainly as a backup...until it failed last week. It wouldn't power up, and I got tired of messing with it.
I'd already robbed the thing for parts--the drives went into more deserving causes, the memory sold off, and the motherboard was trashed. The case had already been trashed trying to access the power switch, so it truly was junk.
Last night, the thought of beating the thing to death with the 40-pound fence maul...proved too much, and I succumbed. Trust me, there's nothing like beating the living shit out of something with that hammer. Especially if you got stuck troubleshooting said something, and then getting screamed at when the repairs don't work.
So, without further delay...hit any key to continue
I'd already robbed the thing for parts--the drives went into more deserving causes, the memory sold off, and the motherboard was trashed. The case had already been trashed trying to access the power switch, so it truly was junk.
Last night, the thought of beating the thing to death with the 40-pound fence maul...proved too much, and I succumbed. Trust me, there's nothing like beating the living shit out of something with that hammer. Especially if you got stuck troubleshooting said something, and then getting screamed at when the repairs don't work.
So, without further delay...hit any key to continue


I AM the evil bastard!
Needless to say, I considered it an obligation to beat the shit out of it

Eric the Grey

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