Grave–robbing fun
I’ve just spent far, far, far too long playing with ol’ Pogo to find out why he won’t boot; and to no avail. Such that my pride is that I believe that if I can’t fix him, nobody can, and I have decreed that he is broken. Dead. Deceased. Long live Pogo.
So… what do we do with dead PCs? We rob their graves for the betterment of others! Making the best of a bad situation, I’ve tried to give George —my parents’ 333MHz Celeron— a new lease of life. He’s the proud recipient of a memory–tripling RAM injection, video card, a second NIC, a CD–burner, ZIP drive, larger hard drive, new keyboard, and (perhaps most important of all) a new name: Pogenstein. If it weren’t for the painfully slow processor and the unbecoming case, I might almost believe this new creature is Pogo. Alas.
Pogo was a good three years younger than George, which makes his demise just that little bit more disappointing, so I guess we’ll wait and see how long Pogenstein can hold up. After all, if it weren’t for browser testing and my Father’s strange addiction to Space Cadet Pinball, I’d have outlawed Wintel boxes in this house long ago.