I shall build a robot...
Let me first say that it is late.
Two days ago, my dad called me and asked if I wanted a computer. Having no idea what he was really talking about, I promptly replied, "Hell yeah!" I guess he bought it off a guy he works with for dirt cheap. Now, I don't know much about computers, but I know this one's no knockout. It is, however, a free computer.
The computer was delivered to me tonight. The man who sold the computer forgot to bring the mouse and I had previously heard that it had absolutely NOTHING installed on it, so I wasn't expecting much action out of it tonight. But when I tried to hoist that 19" monitor onto my glass table, I winced as I felt the tabletop bending. Ever the optimist, I saw this as an opportunity to go out and buy a new lighter monitor. I started to get ready to go to WalMart, the closest thing to a computer store past midnight, when I realized I didn't have the money to buy a monitor and I still am without a bank card. Since the problem was really between the monitor AND the desk, I scrounged up the money I could find and went on my merry way to buy a new table instead. I almost squeezed some more money out of Staci so I could buy both, but I remembered there is no mouse. I may as well wait.
The computer itself is a bit of a relic of an age gone by. I think that the fact that it reads GATEWAY 2000 across its face speaks volumes about what I expect to find on the inside. On the bright side, though, I have a new desk. The desk is black and quite sleek and it came with a small matching bookshelf, just not the screws to assemble said bookshelf. So I also have loose shelves.
I am considering poking around inside this machine with my new soldering gun (x-mas gift) and maybe constructing a bit of body armor out of sleek black shelves. I might add the nerve core (if I dare) from my little robo piggy-bank and see if I can't create a robot. I've got a lot of lasertag guns he could use to shoot stuff, as robots often enjoy shooting stuff. And I shall name him . . . 10001101101001.
Two days ago, my dad called me and asked if I wanted a computer. Having no idea what he was really talking about, I promptly replied, "Hell yeah!" I guess he bought it off a guy he works with for dirt cheap. Now, I don't know much about computers, but I know this one's no knockout. It is, however, a free computer.
The computer was delivered to me tonight. The man who sold the computer forgot to bring the mouse and I had previously heard that it had absolutely NOTHING installed on it, so I wasn't expecting much action out of it tonight. But when I tried to hoist that 19" monitor onto my glass table, I winced as I felt the tabletop bending. Ever the optimist, I saw this as an opportunity to go out and buy a new lighter monitor. I started to get ready to go to WalMart, the closest thing to a computer store past midnight, when I realized I didn't have the money to buy a monitor and I still am without a bank card. Since the problem was really between the monitor AND the desk, I scrounged up the money I could find and went on my merry way to buy a new table instead. I almost squeezed some more money out of Staci so I could buy both, but I remembered there is no mouse. I may as well wait.
The computer itself is a bit of a relic of an age gone by. I think that the fact that it reads GATEWAY 2000 across its face speaks volumes about what I expect to find on the inside. On the bright side, though, I have a new desk. The desk is black and quite sleek and it came with a small matching bookshelf, just not the screws to assemble said bookshelf. So I also have loose shelves.
I am considering poking around inside this machine with my new soldering gun (x-mas gift) and maybe constructing a bit of body armor out of sleek black shelves. I might add the nerve core (if I dare) from my little robo piggy-bank and see if I can't create a robot. I've got a lot of lasertag guns he could use to shoot stuff, as robots often enjoy shooting stuff. And I shall name him . . . 10001101101001.