Re: Hard Drive Failure Reprise

On 12/14/24 5:22 AM, Farley Flud wrote:

I have pet bacteria and some pet fungi.

I even dumped acquaintances whose place of living I discovered didn't have a single spider, or a dead insect behind the windows. You looked around and could not find _one_ project underway. Not even one, in the entire place.
Places like that felt like prison to me. The "jewelry store" ones, like County Prison. All white and sterile with depressingly dead and sterile decorations here and there. Perfectly polished shiny metal surfaces, just like county prison bars are. Everything automatic.
Those acquaintances would never hear from me again regardless of how they tried.
I fucking burn WOOD for heat in wood burning stoves because I cannot stand a/c heaters. Too hidden, too automatic. Too much like inside prisons and in those jewelry stores. That's how I am! That's how my cats are too. They love to choose their places around the stove as it warms the place. So do I :)
I have been a different person. Very differently raised and almost always very differently educated. Different parents. Simply different from people who can live in sterile places.
In my place, all you ever saw, from the days I was 5 years old and after, were little or big projects. Both _homogeneously_ and _isotropically_! Right now I took a look around myself. I see nothing but projects, isotropically as well as homogeneously. I don't have one second to lose. Right now I'm gaining back my freshness after working two hours straight on one of the projects. That's how you got to see these words.
My alcoholic cro-magnon neighbor, everytime she steps inside for some silly excuse (read that "So you can fuck me if you want") she tells me, "People WALK in their places of living, I have to CLIMB over things in your place."
Anyway, .. Hehe :) Motherboard on a small table.. Hahhahhah :-) Let me begin with the small table. It would get knocked down by my powerful, heavy, and unbelievably fast cats once every 10 minutes in my place, using it as the final platform to catapult themselves toward high areas right below the ceiling that have enough niche made for them (by myself). All my desks and tables must be large and sturdy enough to withstand such constant assults. Hehe :) I've forgotten what a "Small table" is for... Haven't had one in decades.
And the motherboard? It would only take me one quick trip to kitchen to get the hot tea from microwave and come back. That's all. It would be ruined :) You'd see like three different tomcats' urines on it. First one just to tell me "I'd like to cooperates with you in whatever it is that you spend your time on." Then the other two quickly joining in to say, "Me too, don't forget that."
You must have a monitor, no? Where is that? On that same small table? ... Even on my large sturdy tables I change monitors just about every three weeks. The second hand store has them for about $20 each. It is one of my constant expenditures. As regurarly as other bills. Tomcats urinate on it from six directions, plus the other 12 directions in between the six! I'm not kidding. Yes, they even urinate to its underneath area cause they can shoot their urine with a 45 degree angle upward if they want. I leave it to you to figure out why there are 12 different directions in between the 6.
Result is that the poor thing's bezels and how they're engineered will give in within about two weeks. The damages work their way slowly from corners and edges of the screen, and within one more week it covers enough of the screen to force me to get another monitor.
And this is while I cover the monitors when I'm not using the computer for an extended amount of time, like in sleep or when I'm out walking or shopping or working on the lawn or painting and repairing something, or cooking etc. The tomcats ruin it during those rare moments that I walk away from it to come back right away seconds later.
Needless to say, a permanent item among my laundry load are the large sheets I use for covering the computer and monitor. They're always there together with all the towels I place for them to sleep on, and all the towels I place on their favorite spots throughout the house to sit on and enjoy the sceneries. I launder every day. My laundry machines work about 7 times harder than ordinary mortals. The cro-magnon neighbors, four of them stuffed in that house, do their laundries only once a week. I know that because I can smell the stench of the laundry powder they use and don't rinse enough. When they run their dryer, the whole area around their house gets full of that stench. Being cro-magnons, they must be considering it "nice clean smell" and love it too.
"Motherboard by itself on a small table"... Your life is a fiction compared to mine. I think I'm living, and you're just existing inside Linux :-)