Vickiepedia

When I get the hang of it, I'll make you a ROM named Sandwich.

What.

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.

Torn between finishing typing the blog entry on porn and starting to write one of the eight university essays due on various dates within the next 7 weeks, I compromised by doing neither, but made Vickiepedia look more or less the same on IE5, IE5.5 and Firebird 0.7 as well instead. Yeah, the site should now work on those browser versions.

I can’t quite decide whether I love or hate you, Vickie, you moron.

Stuck with Australia’s wonderful metred bandwidth, about to bust this month’s cap, forced self to surf during offpeak i.e. midnight, brain too tired to function, doing research on porn for upcoming blog entry, downloaded porn from non-usual sources, saw a .exe, heard Brain say, “You no give me rest, I no make you judgement.” Whatever that meant. Ran .exe, watched anti-virus try to block and remove virus in vain, adrenaline rush, jaw dropped to floor.

Vickie: What the fuck, Brain?
Brain: What the fuck, Vickie?

Regained composure, googled for fix, downloaded fix, rebooted computer in safe mode, blurry, blurry, blurry, blurry, fell asleep on chair, drooled.

Woke up to a computer free of virus, unused drivers removed, registry cleaned up, beautifully defragged. Blinked.

Vickie: … What the fuck, Brain?!
Brain: What the fuck, Vickie.

Up next some day: the entry on porn that I downloaded a virus for.

Oh but if it’s a shopping blog entry of yours truly, it’d be chock-full of geeky goodness! (And funny how I sneered at the “it’d be cool if there were more images in the blog” comment from a person who didn’t read a single word, and now 3 consecutive entries with images, huh.)

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