2009-06-15-BFP468-brittanica


468 Brittanica.

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Man oh man, I am worn.  Didn’t have to argue with my PC over weather or not it knew how to access the internet though.  The old wireless card Mom put in the other day seems to work without the slightest problem.  Knock, as they say, on wood.  I’m still not sure what it is about little USB memory sticks that my PC hates.  Everything else it’s fine with.  External drives, printers, scanners, it has no problems with.  Only those little “dongle” things. 

It’s generally accepted that I am not allowed to do things with the insides of electronic devices.  There was a time that I could open up anything and get it working again, but technology has left me behind.  The last time I got inside something it had to go to the great recycling bin in the sky…  Or just the recycling bin really.  So, now I’m not supposed to open things up.  My mother, who takes computers apart and rearranges their bits all the time, makes me wait till she can supervise me.  I like my stuff to remain in working order, so I don’t argue.  It’s not like I couldn’t learn, but I have this tendency to charge ahead without knowing what I’m doing. 

It seems to me that we should be able to use all the parts we have from old computers to make one supercomputer.  Much like how the Constructicons form Devastator.  Apparently computers do not work that way. 

My system is made of of bits from computers past though.  The scanner is the same one I’ve had since I got my first one.  I’m not sure when I got this keyboard, but it’s got more fancy than my original.  The screen got replaced somewhere along the way.  Since I got the Wacom I’ve been using it for the mouse.  I think some of the memory is from an older system.  Yet it still refuses to merge and form a gestalt robot. 

If only I had the Matrix Of Leadership, or Allspark, or whatever they’re calling it now.