Pity me - I have a Dell!
Well, I'm just using it to drive an LCD display, actually. When I got the display, I looked in my stack of old computers and pulled out a 25mhz 386 (which is plenty fast enough). Upon opening the case to change a fan, I discovered something shocking:
IT'S A DELL!!!!!
It was horrible to open, too. The power supply didn't want to separate from the hard drive, and there were screws everywhere. Evil machine.
Strangely enough, I'm using it with an Apple 14" Multiscan Display... the closest to hand. It's weird seeing a DOS prompt on an old Apple monitor.
Amorya
IT'S A DELL!!!!!
It was horrible to open, too. The power supply didn't want to separate from the hard drive, and there were screws everywhere. Evil machine.
Strangely enough, I'm using it with an Apple 14" Multiscan Display... the closest to hand. It's weird seeing a DOS prompt on an old Apple monitor.
Amorya
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Originally posted by \\/\\/ickes
Three replys, zero pity.
And I thought Mac users were supposed to be compassionate!
Amorya
I know what you mean amoyra... sometimes mac users on this forum just seem like all they like to do is bash pc's and other ppl's ideas... sometimes angers me... but.. there's no perfect person, nor forum. like congress, one just has to deal with it and compromise.
Originally posted by Warren Zevon
Written By Warren Zevon
published by Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music BMI, 1973
I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks
And wait for the Double "E"
But the railroad don't run no more
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood
I ain't naming names
She really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James
She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
Well, I met a girl at the Rainbow bar
She asked me if I'd beat her
She took me back to the Hyatt House
I don't want to talk about it
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
(Well, I met a girl from the Vieux Carre`
Down in Yokahama
She picked me up and she throwed me down
I said, "Please don't hurt me, Mama")