One day, back in the ancient days of [H] DC, BillR and I were walking our pet dinosaurs on the rock (back before there was dirt) and discussing how to get these new-fangled, non-cro magnon humans to join the DC team. It dawned on us that ...
one: we needed more scotch, and
two: most people just don't know where to begin.
Just after procuring a 15yo bottle and promptly burying that poor, dead, empty fellow, we had concocted a brilliant plan that had two main components.
one: we needed more scotch, and
two: we need to write a "how to" on building boxen for DCing.
Unfortunately, as there are many different projects that have different requirements, and there are many different budgets, and types of DCers (gardeners, farmers, businesses and single boxen owners), we needed to narrow down the "how to" to target the folks whichd it would help the most. This required additional cogitation. As we all know, brain cells run best on ethanol, which is most appropriately applied via scotch. So off we stumbled for a third fifth.
At that point BillR started telling a story to two young ladies, whom we met at a bus stop between my house and the liquor store. By the end of the story, we realized that the bottle was again empty and we had to turn around, and head back to the store for a fourth fifth. In a brief flash of clarity, we realized that we should buy two bottles, making five fifths or 5/5 which obviously equals "1" so we'd sober up a bit (because we'd only had "1" drink, obviously) and get on with all that thinking we had to do...
The next morning, I realized that BillR and I must have done a damn sight more figurin' that I'd expected, because my brain hurt like hell. Fortunately we had an emergency stash of anesthetic (aka 12yo Glenfiddich) which, when applied liberally, resolved the issue.
It was time to write the "How to Start Guide" for first time DCers. Targeting the individual that wanted to build one new box for DC projects. We decided to show two builds, both of w were to be designed to run any DC project reasonably. One would be a high-end, budget-be-damned flamethrower, the other a reasonably competitive, budget box.
We also decided that it was too expensive to drink five fifths of fifteen year old scotch in a night (not to mention the overuse of "5"s), so we were going to switch to tequila for the project. Not only is it less costly, but it is available in large jugs with a handle. It is this kind of brilliant intuitive leap and forward thinking that conquers nations and creates legend. You can thank me later, for this sage insight...
Armed with two "tequila-with-a-handle" jugs and all of the accumulated knowledge that two barely-post-neanderthal brains could contain, we wrote that guide and [H]ard legend was born.
Now, BillR is gone, and I'm old enough that I have more ear hair than head hair. It's been over a decade since I was deeply involved with computer hardware. So, it's up to you young guys to rekindle the legend. But I'll promise you this; if you design it, I will build one and put in to DCing for the team.
Who is up for the challenge?
Sincerely,
The [H]ard Bard
PS. I don't really have a way with words, I have my way with scotch, which causes a cacophonic spew of incongruous sense.
one: we needed more scotch, and
two: most people just don't know where to begin.
Just after procuring a 15yo bottle and promptly burying that poor, dead, empty fellow, we had concocted a brilliant plan that had two main components.
one: we needed more scotch, and
two: we need to write a "how to" on building boxen for DCing.
Unfortunately, as there are many different projects that have different requirements, and there are many different budgets, and types of DCers (gardeners, farmers, businesses and single boxen owners), we needed to narrow down the "how to" to target the folks whichd it would help the most. This required additional cogitation. As we all know, brain cells run best on ethanol, which is most appropriately applied via scotch. So off we stumbled for a third fifth.
At that point BillR started telling a story to two young ladies, whom we met at a bus stop between my house and the liquor store. By the end of the story, we realized that the bottle was again empty and we had to turn around, and head back to the store for a fourth fifth. In a brief flash of clarity, we realized that we should buy two bottles, making five fifths or 5/5 which obviously equals "1" so we'd sober up a bit (because we'd only had "1" drink, obviously) and get on with all that thinking we had to do...
The next morning, I realized that BillR and I must have done a damn sight more figurin' that I'd expected, because my brain hurt like hell. Fortunately we had an emergency stash of anesthetic (aka 12yo Glenfiddich) which, when applied liberally, resolved the issue.
It was time to write the "How to Start Guide" for first time DCers. Targeting the individual that wanted to build one new box for DC projects. We decided to show two builds, both of w were to be designed to run any DC project reasonably. One would be a high-end, budget-be-damned flamethrower, the other a reasonably competitive, budget box.
We also decided that it was too expensive to drink five fifths of fifteen year old scotch in a night (not to mention the overuse of "5"s), so we were going to switch to tequila for the project. Not only is it less costly, but it is available in large jugs with a handle. It is this kind of brilliant intuitive leap and forward thinking that conquers nations and creates legend. You can thank me later, for this sage insight...
Armed with two "tequila-with-a-handle" jugs and all of the accumulated knowledge that two barely-post-neanderthal brains could contain, we wrote that guide and [H]ard legend was born.
Now, BillR is gone, and I'm old enough that I have more ear hair than head hair. It's been over a decade since I was deeply involved with computer hardware. So, it's up to you young guys to rekindle the legend. But I'll promise you this; if you design it, I will build one and put in to DCing for the team.
Who is up for the challenge?
Sincerely,
The [H]ard Bard
PS. I don't really have a way with words, I have my way with scotch, which causes a cacophonic spew of incongruous sense.