(Yes, we're talking about Xmas 04. Yes, my birthday was in January. Yes, I probably should have told him to include this year's presents at the same time.)
And despite the fact that my checking account is on the broker side of being in the black, I purchased the other main parts necessary to build meself a wee monster. Nothing super h4Rdc0R3, but powerful enough for now with plenty of room to upgrade in the future.
And of course it matches my room's decor. Just for you fellow nerds:
Case
A8N-SLI Deluxe Motherboard
AMD Athlon 64 3000+ CPU (Venice core)
Kingston memroy 512mb 400MHz DDR
ATI Raedon Sapphire X300 SE 128MB DDR PCI-E TV
Maxtor DiamondMax 10 200GB Serial ATA Hard Drive
Black floppy drive
DVD Burner
CD Combo Drive
Black 17" LDC monitor
(To buy is a 500W power supply, 512MB more RAM, 5.1 speaker set, extra case fan, black eyboard & mouse set, wifi PCI card & Netgear Wifi router/firewall. And a bloody computer desk to put it all on. IKEA, unfortunately, has zilch.)
So I'm going to build my first computer. Just thinking about it makes me all fluttery & sweaty & breathless.
It's nerd porn, baby. Pure nerd porn.
Or maybe it's more like popping my nerd hardware cherry. I've swapped out hard drives & pci cards & such but I've never built a full system.
Anyway I find it strangely kinky. Yet the parts are still sitting around my room. Why?
Because the SO distracted me.
See the parts Dad shipped out arrived on Tuesday. SO came over to pick me up (as I was suffering from a massive Ferragosto hangover) and I greeted him at the door with a hard drive in hand.
Yes, I mean that literally.
We then proceeded to Stress Test* my bed (did I mention he came to pick me up because I was hungover & he was majorly horny? Whoops.)
Being both rather out of it from the previous night's bacchanal, we sort of just lay there for a while after. Faint snoring told me he was recuperating his energy for the trip to the grocery store, so I proceed to wrap myself in a towel and started to take the case apart to see if all the goodies were intact.
(Ok, ok. I was playing with my case.)
(Fondling? You're taking this a bit too far...)
(Fine. I admit it. I was fondling my case.)
The SO woke up thanks to his cell phone squealing. When he finished the call, I asked,
"Are you done sleeping?"
"Are you done playing with your toys?"
(pause)"Are you done sleeping?"
Wednesday I bought the rest of the parts. As we had dinner plans that evening, I was intending to put it together Thursday night at my place .
Well, SO came over Thursday night for dinner. I had already started cursing the fact that the case apparently came with no friggin' manual and was trying to figure out A) if I needed to use the little paper washers on both sides of the MB B) how the hell one gets the washers to stay between the brass standoffs & the MoBo and C) if I even needed to washers in the first place.
I put everything back in the static-free bags, as I needed to be focused on the PC assembly and, well I just ain't the most focused person when SO is around.
(Fine. I'm focused on one thing only we'll say)
I figured that I'd start afresh when SO went over to friends' house as had been previously planned.
No such luck. He didn't go & I remained distracted all night.
I tease him that he's jealous of my computer.
Of course if someone tells you Devo montare il mio computer**, wouldn't you be jealous too?
* 'Stress Test' is my new euphemism, brought on by the fact that we have apparently broken the middle support of his bed frame. (It's a wood frame, people. Surely not even my Powers of Boink are strong enough to snap a metal frame)
**Italian play on words for putting together my computer, much along the lines of how we say 'Mount a Hard Drive'
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