It would make no sense to load up that machine with RAM, or a newer OS than XP. It's a Celeron processor with integrated graphics, 1GB of RAM should be plenty (it's DDR after all), and put a DVD-RW into it and voila.
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It would make no sense to load up that machine with RAM, or a newer OS than XP. It's a Celeron processor with integrated graphics, 1GB of RAM should be plenty (it's DDR after all), and put a DVD-RW into it and voila.
hmm... i have a 2.93mhz pentium 4 processor with integrated graphics and was thinking about updating my memory because it's been running slow lately. going past 1GB isn't a good idea? i currently have 512.Quote:
Originally Posted by [ETM]
Well, it depends on what you're doing. It's more likely that it's something else if it's being slow - for example, I need 1.5GB minimum because I run Photoshop, Illustrator and InDesign at the same time for most jobs. I'd say under a gig is not enough for most current computers (on XP), and more can't hurt, but it's not the solution for slowness. Have you defragmented the hard drive recently? I did a complete overhaul of my system recently, starting with defragmenting the frakked up Page File (it was split into something like 4000 fragments all over the hard drive, it was killing the machine - normally it should be split into less than a dozen, preferably 2-3 segments), and the change is more than obvious (2800+ Athlon 64 with 1.5GB of RAM and five year old AGP graphics).Quote:
Originally Posted by ledfloyd
Ok, so this story was of a friend of a friend of a friend was passed onto me and while its validity is questionable at best, it makes little to no difference since it's too funny to really matter much.
Let's call this friend of a friend of a friend Laura and her 18-year old handicapped son John. John is mentally handicapped to the point that Laura has to constantly be watching him and he is not allowed out of the house on his own. He had recently turned 18 and when Laura had a quick errand to run, she figured he was old enough to be left home alone for 30 minutes or so without getting into trouble. After some time had gone by, Laura receives a call from her son saying, "Mom, I caught a troll!" "What!?" "Mom, I caught a troll, he's behind the couch. Come home!" Of course, she panics and rushes home to see the couch at the end of the living room shaking and her son pointing at it saying, "The troll, the troll!" To her surprise, a midget pops up from behind the couch. He's on his cell phone frantically telling the person on the other line that he's been kidnapped. Fortunately, Laura was able to calm him down explaining that her son was handicapped and was not dangerous. It turns out it was a Jehovah's witness who luckily enough stopped by the house while Laura was out.
The version of that story I've heard is that there is a mentally retarded guy who claims he's captured a leprechaun. He invites his friends over to show them this mythical creature and it turns out to be a midget Census worker.
Not surprising. Obviously I doubted it was true, but it still cracked me up. Can't believe I've never heard it before. I guess it's like "The Aristocrats" - it's all in the telling.
So anyone near OBX, NC next week? Wanna do lunch? I'll buy. I'd like to actually meet a fellow match-cutter.
I've played with Win7, and wish so bad I could be using it on my work computer. Unfortunately, rumor has it that our even older than XP work specific programs will cease to work under Win7. Damn. I am sick of the damn near decade old XP.
I'm now a glorious beacon of light. WTF :lol:
Just wanted to thank everyone for giving me computer advice. Gonna hold off on that Celeron machine, maybe save up for a few months and try to get something I can be a little bit prouder of.
A few random thoughts re: house and moving.
1. People at work like the colors I'm painting my house. They know the colors because I can't get the paint off my arms or hands.
2. The maintenance guy I work with came over and hauled off the last of the previous tenants' furniture yesterday. He's the kind of guy who seems to know people everywhere, and it turns out he's friends with one of my neighbors. After introducing us, he gets all gruff and turns to the neighbor and says, "Hey, bud, Natalie's a nice girl. Don't fuck with her. Don't get her all going out to bars with you and shit." :lol: My knight in shining wifebeater.
3. All my neighbors have horror stories about the previous tenants. They got talking about it last night. Apparently there were about five or six people living in the house, including a child. The neighbors were talking about fights they got into, things they broke, etc. Finally, as if it were the greatest insult that had ever been uttered, one neighbor leaned forward and whispered, "They didn't belong in Fells Point." Horrors!
4. My neighbors are totally nice and friendly, but I need to set some boundaries. They keep coming over when I'm working, including two people who came and rapped at my window last night after ten p.m., totally freaking me out. I opened the door and told them not to do that, and they just sort of laughed. They keep commenting on my house, too, and how I'm painting and decorating, and my commuting choices, and so on. They also always ask sort of private things like how much I paid for my house and what I do for a living and what my religion is. Maybe I'm old fashioned, but I don't think you ask people all those things. When the people came over at ten last night and we were chatting, I was wearing raggedy work clothes covered in paint, including cut off jean shorts. My lonely-gay-recovering-alcoholic neighbor giggled and said, "Your legs are hairy." I didn't respond, but come on. I was working in my own house late at night and not expecting visitors. What right had he to comment on my appearance? It's really annoying.
A woman at work brought in her new puppy. She said, "His name is Thor. It's because his father's name is Zeus."
Heh.
One of my good friends I used to be in a band with...his new band kicked off their first full U.S. Tour last night. If anyone is in a mood for some hard rock/metal check em out. Band is called Ardor. They're also touring UK after this tour.
Man, this is why I never want to live in a house. Especially not in a "nice" neighborhood with friendly people like that.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mara
Fuuuuuck that. When the money comes, I'm buying a condo or a studio loft in my Brooklyn hood.
The trouble with Baltimore row houses is that they're so flipping close to each other. There's no front yard, and I live on a one-way street, so my across-the-way neighbor's front door is literally fifteen feet away from mine. He can call my name from his window and I will hear him inside my house. (That happened.) It makes it harder to keep out of everyone's business.Quote:
Originally Posted by number8
I've never lived in a city as large as Baltimore in my life, and yet I suddenly feel like I live in a very small town where everyone knows everyone's business.
Living in apartments and a townhome, I generally keep my talks with neighbors to nothing more than small talk. The neighbor I have now I talk with a little more because she has the same exact dog as mine, and they play together.
That's all I want! Superficial niceness!Quote:
Originally Posted by Ezee E
Also, on the corner near my house is a (very popular) pub that is rumored to have good chicken wings. I'm checking it out soon. Anyhoo, the kitchen stretches back into my street, and the employee door is practically just across from my front door. The employees hang out there on break to talk, and if my window is open I can hear them clearly.
Last night I was painting the trim under my window, so I was literally fifteen feet away from these two guys chatting. They could see me, I could see them. I was ignoring them and working.
They started talking about buying property. One guy wants to buy a half-finished restoration somewhere in the area. He said, "Yeah, I don't mind finishing the drywall and shit. I'd rather do that than move into a house that needs cleaning. I'm not a fucking servant."
Thanks. Very passive-aggressive.
And my house looks awesome. It's beautiful now that it's clean and getting painted. I got a killer deal on it because of the condition, and two weeks of hard work is worth the $15K I saved in price. Psh.
Things will get better once I finish my drapes. They won't be able to see me as clearly.
Buy? Why not just rent? I don't know which Brooklyn neighborhood you live in, but it may not be the best investment. 5 years ago? Absolutely--but now? Maybe even wait a year for the prices to further deflate a bit. I feel like a majority of the accessible areas in Brooklyn have already been gentrified by the wealthy. But I guess it all depends on which neighborhood.Quote:
Originally Posted by number8
Haha, now. No, I don't have that kind of money now. This'll be hypothetically 5-7 years from now.
I have frosted glass windows and very thick walls at my rented place. It's good to be completely isolated and not care much about how loud you want to be.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mara
Feh, one of my favorite things about where I live is my neighbors. It's some freakish thing where we're all friends and stuff. Had a nice party with a whole bunch of folks on my block last Saturday, and the Saturday before that, grilled some steaks with my neighbors and enjoyed a lovely evening on their back patio while my girls played with a bunch of kids on the block.
We're already making plans for the National Night Out party in August, which has become a huge deal cuz several of us on the block are foodies, and two of us are home brewers as well. We're probably gonna make a huge paella this year.
Don't get me wrong: I'm glad they're friendly. Moving by myself to Baltimore made me nervous, but everyone has been very welcoming. (They hated the previous tenants, so I probably glow in comparison.)
I just want boundaries. No coming over late at night, no personal criticisms, no prying. I'll feel their dog over a weekend or collect mail while they're out of town, but I want to be able to be private within my own home.
Oh, and my father is coming from California and staying with me for a few days while he attends a conference. It's stressful because we're sometimes estranged and have never spent that much time together just the two of us. But I want to mend our relationship and I hope we have a good visit. (It's going to be like camping: sleeping bags and uncooked food. I need a new stove and don't have my furniture moved yet.)
But he is Mr. Disclosure. Five minutes with my neighbors and they'll know all about the divorce, my life history, and my dead brother.
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