Spent the better part of yesterday, which was also the first weekday of the September holidays, helping Kyle put his new PC together.
Intel Core 2 Quad Q6600, 4GB Crucial Ballistix RAM, ATI HD2900XT 512MB… it’s amazing what you can get for a little over two grand these days.
That said, I’m still set on getting a Macbook Pro once Leopard is released - I hardly touch my desktop nowadays, save for viewing the occasional video, and this iBook is leaving me increasingly wanting. Especially when I have my customary insane number of tabs open, and multiple active IM/chat windows - yet still insist on soldiering on in Photoshop running at snail’s pace.
Oh, and 32-bit Vista is all fine and dandy (even more so on Kyle’s new system) except for the part where it cannot address more than 3GB of RAM. Effectively, one of Kyle’s shiny new orange sticks is there merely to allow dual-channel to function. An expensive little stick. >:(
The latest wave of comment spam is reiterating how stagnant its imaginary writers’ lives are. This is somehow striking a chord within my own prosaic bubble, which I fear is going to burst from self-imposed inactivity and irritability.
Yes, I know, I talked about just this in my IOP, about how to escape this abyss. But there’s too much, and too little feels important. What do I do?
I don’t feel that I’ve encountered nearly enough chances to make the best of and stay in the light. So I’m still stuck here, practicing the same line. And I fear this monotony will not break anytime soon.
