I just don't have the spirit to deal with fixing this machine. It's literally paralyzing. I'll sit around for hours in the time where I would normally be playing games and instead just sit around doing...nothing. Just staring at my big black mid-tower
One of my roommates, in the throes of a head cold, decided to start trying to troubleshoot our furnace — by flicking off random switches in our circuit breaker. I was right in the middle of a game of Left 4 Dead when
I just took my old machine into the local computer repairman's shop, mostly as an experiment. I'd built it about two years ago but it died in my most recent move, it'd power on but wouldn't boot, so I figured it was worth
It must be some sort of miracle. I got all the parts for my new gaming PC yesterday, cracked them all open in a pile on my bed, and about two hours later had my new, fully-functioning PC with a fresh copy
My old gaming PC is dead. It gave up the ghost after I moved to my new apartment. What was worse, it died after a brief dalliance with life: I wired it all back up in my bedroom, flipped the
I hate building PCs. But I'm a skinflint masochist, so every time I need a new gaming computer I end up gathering all the parts separately, making the blood sacrifice in skinned knuckles and torn hair, and cursing my decision
