Vickiepedia

Here lie once-treasured hardware and tools: replaced by functioning or newer counterparts; immediately never forgotten. RIP, you lot.

Old Hardware and Phone

Notable deaths:

• Keyboard: Death from poisoning drowning. A cockroach crawled on it so I sprayed it. And by “sprayed it” I meant I emptied half a bottle of bug spray into it.
• Earphones: Stomped to death. Clean one-hit kill.
• PSU 1.0: Died when I shoved a screwdriver into it. Don’t ask. (This is not PSU 2.0, the one with the fan that died recently. I’m on 3.0 now.)
• Motherboard (micro): Capacitor leaked, motherboard caught fire, panic ensued.
• Floppy disc drive & non-smartphone: I’m too young to know what these are. *blinks*

Most of these were previously seen in the pictures of the 2006 entries Meet the Diablos and Shop-Ping!. Wow. I feel old.

And here I am! The wonderful, cloudless country in the other Hemisphere, where there’s more UV than Ozone, where July is cold and January hot, where you could almost experience four seasons in one day, where water in the toilet bowl twirls counterclockwise (pending confirmation), where Vickie would be staying for the next 4 or 4.5 years. Bingo! Australia!

The flight was mostly pleasant (but that belongs to another entry when I have proper internet connection after I find a proper place to rent *sigh*); homesickness hasn’t got me much since the parents have really helpful friends over here; AMD Diablos… that poor thing took some minor injuries (pictures pending) even with all that “handle with care” and “fragile” stickers. Otherwise, Vickie is cool.

Although speaking of homesickness, Trusty #1 and Trusty #3 must be suffering from it — I couldn’t turn them on no matter what I do! Argh! Must resist getting a new vibrator!

(1) New LCD Monitor Diablos
(2) Poor Laptop Diablos (senior citizen)
(3) Cammie Diablos the webcam
(4) AMD 64-Bit Diablos (teh l33t… or something)
(5) Scanner Diablos
(6) ! I’m my biggest and most loyal reader.
(7) Try not to look here.

Now the only question remains: How the hell do I carry the whole Diablos family on the plane?

Can anyone tell me why the hell my mouse wouldn’t stop clicking itself?! No, not my mouse. My cursor. What the… stop doing it. You’re highlighting everything. Gah! Can’t you let me type without stopping every other second? No! Bitch! You just made me overwrite my last paragraph. Now what? What’s this… Why are there one hundred browser windows? Fuck! I hovered over a link, didn’t I? Stop loading! Stop loading now! Close! Close close close close! Son of a… I didn’t ask you to close this window. What? You’re dragging something now? Wait, I don’t need another shortcut to my browser — I already have one on the desktop. You’re highlighting everything again. And I lost another paragraph. Can’t you just stop doing it? What the hell is wrong with you? Bitch! Biiitch! Biiiiitch!

Erm… help, please?

Mum opposed, opposed, and opposed to the idea of getting another family computer, ignoring / indifferent / oblivious to the fact that Dad really needed one. The story was, Bro has a nice computer, but he was almost constantly in the middle of something so it’s mostly unavailable when Dad wanted to use it. I have the laptop, decent enough and I’m always ready to share, but my “DO NOT USE INTERNET EXPLORER DAMMIT” (sans dammit in real conversation) probably really scared / annoyed him.

So, despite of Mum’s objection, Dad got the new computer.

But guess who can’t stop using that computer now? Mum… Now we’re finally bonding.

(What the hell? I kept typing “Ada” instead of Dad.)