The Vineyards

It is necessary to let it be known that, on this very day, at approximately 7h45 PM, the fourth power supply to be in Asgaard left the land of the living.

Naturally, this happens on a Saturday (when not a Friday evening).

Fortunately, I still had the last one, that did not fully die - it only started making stupid noises and letting out a strong smell of burnt plastic and metal. Nothing serious, as you can see, only a minor risk of death by poisoning and/or fire. But it is 300V, so it will not live long.

On Monday I will have to solve this one more time. But I cannot go downtown and purchase the very expensive Zalman box of 400V with ball-bearing fan - the American thingie, made by people who do not get freaked out when you say "I leave my computer on for more than four hours straight".

No, I will have to call the same guy I called every time since then and say once again that yet another box died. "For the sake of all gods living and dead, tangible and intangible, good and evil, tell me truly, I implore, do you have one single power supply that will not die on me within less than six months? Tell me, tell me, I implore!"

And he will say, "Nevermore". Because in Brazil there is this monopoly of Troni products of extreme low quality because users are far too dumb to know better. So I will invest even more in a box that I know will die very soon, and will make a tremendous amount of noise before death, and cause me huge headaches.

This comes to crown a very dull Saturday. It makes sense, even: after two days of unparalleled grandeur, a dumb day follows. Balance must be kept.

My hatred right now knows no boundaries. But I am in fact sad. Four. Four boxes that die so young. Because the disgraced company that makes them knows it is in a comfortable position providing the least in quality for the populace of this ridiculous country.

Forget the sadness. It is just hatred, indeed.

Posted by Etienne at October 25, 2003 08:49 PM