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Griff?
[...]
Griff, can you hear me?
[You're a little muffled.]
Griff, I'm afraid I have some bad news. You've... been in an accident.
[An accident.]
Yes. Rather a bad one, I'm afraid.
[How bad?]
...Um...
[HOW BAD?]
You're a brain in a jar.
[...]
Griff?
[I'm thinking how I ought to respond to that...]
I realize this comes as a shock.
[Is that why I'm stapled to Rosie Grier, here?]
Hi.
This is your new, um, roommate, Formerly.
[Formerly what?]
Um... "Formerly Known As".
Sir? Will this be on the test, sir?
This isn't a test, Formerly. Hush.
[He seems a bit confused. Sir.]
Give him some time to settle in, he'll be fine. The last month has been rough on all of us.
[I was gone for a month? That would explain why it's so cold all of a sudden... All I remember is seeing flashes of bright lights and strange men. I thought at first I'd been abducted by aliens, but then I recognized I was in the service department again.]
Sir? I can't feel my feet...
You don't have feet, Formerly -- Um, Griff, would you take the boy in hand and explain things to him? He had his drive wiped before he came so he's having to learn everything from scratch, he could use some Wise Counsel right about now. Teach him the ropes, and all.
[Yes'M, sir.]
And stop calling me Sir, the both of you...
************************************
The surgery was a success: Griff's hard drive and its contents are once more among the living, safely externalized like a hermit crab finding a new shell. While it's not a task I'd care to perform every day, it's relatively simple, if one isn't concerned about the donor's continued wellbeing... Formerly is getting on smashingly with his diminished colleague, but it may be weeks before I'm satisfied that everything's where I'd like it.
There are iMac entrails everywhere; I haven't even begun the main CRT dissection, so concerned was I to get the HD in the case and see how it fared (perfectly, it turns out, so lord knows what was wrong with the one file on the flash drive).The CD drive is surprisingly easy to remove and much smaller than I would have thought; I've bagged it up and I'll put it onto eBay when I get a chance... The RAM chip, however, is quite crusted with filth for some reason, airflow patterns I suppose, so I think I'll probably call that one a loss and leave it where it is. Perhaps someday I'll have worked up the confidence to take on an 'iMac-in-a-IIci-case' sort of project (maybe once Mum no longer needs the IIci that's currently in the IIci case) and the RAM might be most useful left where it is...
Griff's rather ignominous Last Words:
According to the Phoenix LJ client, I had sat down at 1:11 PM on 8/15/2003, and was in a "sticky and frustrated" sort of a mood as I began to go about whatever business I had (which if I recall would have been something along the lines of 'let's see if that page I didn't think was worth backing up yet last night looks any better in the full light of day", judging by subsequent events). Having scribbled the above paragraph at Griff's insistent prompting to update the Journal before becoming absorbed in my work, I was reading it over when...
The POPPING began.
A frantic scrambling of 'what, why is it doing that, is it overheated, did I absentmindedly let it eat Pop Rocks again, my god is there anything I didn't back up last night wasn't it kind of late when I knocked off' ensued: switching off for a cooling-down (him and me both), back on to see the screen still behaving and sounding Very Bad, off again for some thought, and then as orderly an evacuation of essential files as I could manage under the circumstances was cautiously carried out. Being a generally paranoid sort, owing to the vagaries of Apartment Living (it's not that I don't trust my neighbors in respect to actual acts of larceny, so much as that I worry that they'll absentmindedly burn the building down), nothing around here is ever left un-backed-up once judged Worth Retrieving, so this was more a matter of triplechecking that everything would be current if the worst should happen to Griff's HD while he was in the shop...
Little did I expect that that was the only piece of him that would ultimately return home alive.
(To expand upon the post that now represents my last moments with Griff in his original life, we did switch to the corn-based clumping litter and Snip has been behaving herself ever since. She's six months old now, so this may be partly a matter of physical maturity -- but the specific and targeted character of her lapses still makes me wonder...)
[...]
Griff, can you hear me?
[You're a little muffled.]
Griff, I'm afraid I have some bad news. You've... been in an accident.
[An accident.]
Yes. Rather a bad one, I'm afraid.
[How bad?]
...Um...
[HOW BAD?]
You're a brain in a jar.
[...]
Griff?
[I'm thinking how I ought to respond to that...]
I realize this comes as a shock.
[Is that why I'm stapled to Rosie Grier, here?]
Hi.
This is your new, um, roommate, Formerly.
[Formerly what?]
Um... "Formerly Known As".
Sir? Will this be on the test, sir?
This isn't a test, Formerly. Hush.
[He seems a bit confused. Sir.]
Give him some time to settle in, he'll be fine. The last month has been rough on all of us.
[I was gone for a month? That would explain why it's so cold all of a sudden... All I remember is seeing flashes of bright lights and strange men. I thought at first I'd been abducted by aliens, but then I recognized I was in the service department again.]
Sir? I can't feel my feet...
You don't have feet, Formerly -- Um, Griff, would you take the boy in hand and explain things to him? He had his drive wiped before he came so he's having to learn everything from scratch, he could use some Wise Counsel right about now. Teach him the ropes, and all.
[Yes'M, sir.]
And stop calling me Sir, the both of you...
************************************
The surgery was a success: Griff's hard drive and its contents are once more among the living, safely externalized like a hermit crab finding a new shell. While it's not a task I'd care to perform every day, it's relatively simple, if one isn't concerned about the donor's continued wellbeing... Formerly is getting on smashingly with his diminished colleague, but it may be weeks before I'm satisfied that everything's where I'd like it.
There are iMac entrails everywhere; I haven't even begun the main CRT dissection, so concerned was I to get the HD in the case and see how it fared (perfectly, it turns out, so lord knows what was wrong with the one file on the flash drive).The CD drive is surprisingly easy to remove and much smaller than I would have thought; I've bagged it up and I'll put it onto eBay when I get a chance... The RAM chip, however, is quite crusted with filth for some reason, airflow patterns I suppose, so I think I'll probably call that one a loss and leave it where it is. Perhaps someday I'll have worked up the confidence to take on an 'iMac-in-a-IIci-case' sort of project (maybe once Mum no longer needs the IIci that's currently in the IIci case) and the RAM might be most useful left where it is...
Griff's rather ignominous Last Words:
After nearly three weeks of meticulous cleanliness and consequent Being Good, we left the catbox go for five days and on the fifth day Snip declared her displeasure by peeing on my bed again. But, at least now we have some more solid indication of a causal connection here. This weekend we'll buy a new box and try them on clumping litter, I've heard there's a kind made of corn by-products that's less likely to give them silicosis...
According to the Phoenix LJ client, I had sat down at 1:11 PM on 8/15/2003, and was in a "sticky and frustrated" sort of a mood as I began to go about whatever business I had (which if I recall would have been something along the lines of 'let's see if that page I didn't think was worth backing up yet last night looks any better in the full light of day", judging by subsequent events). Having scribbled the above paragraph at Griff's insistent prompting to update the Journal before becoming absorbed in my work, I was reading it over when...
The POPPING began.
A frantic scrambling of 'what, why is it doing that, is it overheated, did I absentmindedly let it eat Pop Rocks again, my god is there anything I didn't back up last night wasn't it kind of late when I knocked off' ensued: switching off for a cooling-down (him and me both), back on to see the screen still behaving and sounding Very Bad, off again for some thought, and then as orderly an evacuation of essential files as I could manage under the circumstances was cautiously carried out. Being a generally paranoid sort, owing to the vagaries of Apartment Living (it's not that I don't trust my neighbors in respect to actual acts of larceny, so much as that I worry that they'll absentmindedly burn the building down), nothing around here is ever left un-backed-up once judged Worth Retrieving, so this was more a matter of triplechecking that everything would be current if the worst should happen to Griff's HD while he was in the shop...
Little did I expect that that was the only piece of him that would ultimately return home alive.
(To expand upon the post that now represents my last moments with Griff in his original life, we did switch to the corn-based clumping litter and Snip has been behaving herself ever since. She's six months old now, so this may be partly a matter of physical maturity -- but the specific and targeted character of her lapses still makes me wonder...)
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