An Upgrade is Near So you are looking to upgrade, Tell you what my friend, I'll relate one of my stories, So you can defend, Against all of the annoyances, And all the bad times, Why don't you keep reading, My upgrade rhyme. A new Hard Drive, graphics card, CD-ROM, and case, Just to take the lead in the Jones's race, A new Motherboard, CPU, new Memory too, I stared on in horror as this evil bill grew, Pentium 4-1.6 gigahertz, What? I exclaimed as my headache got worse, Won't run XP! I screamed with a gasp, My favorite operating system, obsolete at last. Here is a nice one, it has 'Intel Inside', The salesman said as he swelled up with pride, AMD, Cyrix, are last of the bunch, It is now that damned Intel that packs the most punch, A punch to the wallet I found out real fast, My budget discarded, as they eyed my cash, A new stick of RAM and a floppy drive too? Why is it that my old stuff simply won't do? 'Oh' I said as I became more confused, So much for keeping my old Pentium 2. 'All of the new ones use Pentium 4', The shop-keeper said as I looked for the door, No! I thought desperately as I looked around, A 'budget' computer was not to be found! Around this time I felt somewhat groggy, And my memory of events is a little bit foggy, I left the store in a rapture and with a rather large bill, And a hole in my bank account my paycheck wouldn't fill. When I hear someone mention an upgrade or two, My brain starts to hurt, and I feel so confused, To this day I cannot remember the lines I was fed, Yet I still feel a shiver, and quiver with dread, Don't get me wrong, the computer is great, But if you don't need it, I advise you to wait, Because soon enough a new one comes out, And all the consumers will be heard to shout, 'But I just bought this one, and it's obsolete?' I fear it is true my friends, it happened last week. As computers get better, and cheaper to build, It is we, the consumer, who must foot the bill, As far as speed goes we shout 'We need more!', Which is dictated to us, by the software stores, It's a vicious cycle, this computer upgrade, Once we complete it, all-new parts are made, They are much faster, and better we're told, So if we don't upgrade, we're out in the cold, When you want to upgrade think of this rhyme, And remember my advice to just bide your time. Remember an upgrade is just to go faster, And try to block out the fat cat's grim laughter, For if you do not and you listen out of fear, You will hear the hardware fat cat whisper 'An upgrade is near', For all of my nay-saying, and doom filled rhyme, I must say an upgrade can be good time to time, Just do not obsess with the latest cool gear, Or you will forever hear whispers 'An upgrade is near'.
I agree. Windows 98 I try to maintain, only to be told we don't support that, don't ask or look again. Missing a file?, well that o.k., want a replacement?, oh you have to pay. Is your browser slower than a snail?, perhaps you can find help in the news items of email. Want to check the satus of your system?, that can be done straight away, however to get the fixes, yea you gueesed it, you have to pay. My system is old and getting obsolute, but with all my patches, I going to keep it as it is rather unique. Thanks Wildman
My association with computers goes back quiet a ways, as I think I outnumber a few of you by a couple of days. IBM was the standard by which we all ran, and key punch was the machine we all used, it was responsible for quiet a bit of the blues. Time marched on and we all had FUN, then the CRT came along and it was the one. We used a system, of which I now forget, but I rember it was a real BI*CH. Then came a guy by the name of Bill Gates, and MS DOS is what we grew to hate. Data, data was what we were after, took forever, and storage was a laughing matter. I came to the point where burn out took over, and I swore that I was throwing every damn computer out the door. I didn't mess with another computer for quiet some time, then my mother-in-law came along and messed up my mind. She bought a computer for the wife, so once again a computer had entered my life. My son-in-law set up the machine, and said o.k. you can now use the thing. I started playing around, and now my wife is no where to be found. The rest is history as the say, as here I am playing with this computer today. Thanks Wildman
