So recently I built a PC. First time in my life I've done it and it only took me 30 years. I thought I'd detail the process and some of the bumps I encountered maybe it'll be of use to someone somewhere.
Mobo: b450 VDH Pro Max
CPU: Ryzen 5 2600
GPU: RX580
RAM: 16gigs (8x2) Ripjaws G. Skill 3200
PSU: 650 wats
It goes whoop whoop and I can actually.. like.. see what happens in game now..
So lets start at the beginning. I was given a hand-me-down PC from my cousin a few years ago and today that system would be reaching around its' 7th or 8th year of heavy duty use. Needless to say it was not able to facilitate what was required of it and this has essentially been the theme of my IT systems for the last 30 years of my life. I think the last piece of reliable tech I've ever owned was an old school Nokia with snake. Battery charge that could last a week or two and I didn't have to look at the screen to type. Ah those were the days. In any case.. the old system needed to go and I started with changing the graphics card and through that I was able to identify a weak processor and insufficient RAM. In order to pick up a new processor though I needed a new MOBO as well and so thats where we are. The PSU remained unchanged and the case is a good case so I've kept it.
So I had been studying parts and the like on the internet with a heavy bias on following along with Linus Tech Tips. I just find him the easiest to consume. Anyway taking the system old system apart and out was relatively straightforward. Pull out plugs, unscrew screws, remove parts. The first hiccup I almost landed into was.. thermal paste :| fortunately the CPU I ordered came with it pre-applied. It's really important to know about this when building a PC. I think for future builds I will definitely pick up my own tube but this time I just wanted to get the system running. The MOBO comes with 4 slots for RAM and I didn't know it then but it actually matters which slots you put them in and I'll get into that a little later. Plugging the front of PC cables was another lesson I needed to learn and although I followed along correctly, I was not getting post. My graphics card light was on, the mobo light was on, nothing showed up on screen. Lucky I took the time to re-watch the Linus clip where I realized I had forgotten to plug my CPU to the PSU lol. OK so now that was done everything should have been up and running.. right? No. I had two HDD's plugged in, one was the old system unformatted and the secondary was from an older defunct PC. I swapped the HDD's to boot from the secondary and it worked! Kind of.. it booted with a warning saying my RAM was not optimized but I was happy it was just running so I went to bed for the night. Next day I turn it back on and no post again, figured it was the RAM so I swapped those around a few times until something showed up on the screen. Anywayh I finally found the correct config for the RAM, booted from the original HDD and walah, I have a new computer! I'm so happy with the way it performs and I've never had that sensation before with a system. It just does what I need it to and thats great. My precious frames don't disappear in the middle of combat and the screen doesn't suddenly freeze the moment I jump into combat. This is great for racing games as well as I don't get screen tearing when I hit a corner at speed. Ah.. I have yet to test video and audio editing on this system for now but so far so good! I'm thinking of maybe giving this thing a name.Well I'll put something up here if it goes well.
Sunday, February 16, 2020
Ugh.. It turns out I need to a do medical check for my visa. I really pray that this all goes by without unnecessary issues. I understand migration is a complex thing and I need to be on top of everything I can be.. though I'm starting to realize that this may not be enough. I have yet to find a sustainable source of income though I'm not even eligible to work on my current visa. Ahh going back to Malaysia would be a waking nightmare reborn.. migration to ANYWHERE if its ANYTHING like this is just another waking nightmare. Just being bounced from one nightmare to another. No place I can really call home.. except the ether. The kingdom of the lord. That's the only place I can really call home.
Funny enough, on my Malaysian passport, it says on the first page that I'm not allowed to travel to Israel. I think it has something to do with Palestine. Interestingly, I looked into the meaning on the word and wound up on the word "philistine" a person who is hostile or indifferent to the arts. The word was used to refer to the brutish and warlike Palestinians. Ok then.
I dont even speak Punjabi. Which is supposed to be the language of my people. I don't really know what my people are anymore. I'm hearing lots of stories about the truth and.. the more I know it seems the more I don't know.
So, I got baptized in 2017. Yes, Jesus is the king. Though.. he wasn't a Christian and so neither am I.
I've been only recently introduced to just what it is Jewish people are and why Hitler went ape shit on them. Being young and born in Malaysia.. they didn't really.. tell us anything about them. Totally went over my head that stuff did. Now I'm initiated, I'm not even allowed to travel to historic sites because of my place of birth? A place that I remember only for negligence, violence, indifference, corruption, marginalization, oppression, incelibacy, isolation, depression, false love.. good food..? kind of..? I mean everything is deep-fried and health and safety standards there are arbitrary to a certain extent so it's actually technically hardly ever good to eat out.. the ques.. the bureaucracy.. the endless traffic jams.. never finding parking for hours.. being double-triple parked on.. poor people are super nice and rich people are constantly looking for dirt on you to hold you accountable for whatever nefarious needs they may have. The only solace I found was in the ether. Playing video games for hours on end. Being whoever, in whatever mystical land, going on missions, solving problems, making the world a better place.. but then also going ape shit and going on a murderous rampage. Such cathartic pleasure. I had resigned to a life of depraved and disgusting behavior until the Lord came to me with the apocalypse in 2012. I wont try to convince you or explain my beliefs.. all I know is that I am just a muppet in a play so elaborate it needed something like that. It looks like I may have to write a book.. :( I don't like remembering these things.. I miss having someone to hold.. I don't know whats going to happen to me next.. will I be forced back.. Great human migrations are the basis of the Bible.. especially when its in regards to people leaving tyrannical warlike governments.. seeing the way Australia has responded in this day and age.. gives me little hope for my own plight..
A place of birth that wasn't where my people originated from - because they themselves were taking refuge from the war in India. A place away from a home that I can't really call mine.. I didn't choose. A place that if I were to live in it long enough would see me become a nightmare. It's likely that going back there might turn me into a martyr. It seems that staying here in Australia is an opportunity to see me become something great. At the same time, it's not really up to me because.. I don't have any money, neither have I been able to get and keep solid work.
The Lord asks me to stay clear from the pursuit of money. To keep close to my heart the knowledge that he has a plan. Whats more.. he is also saying that I should relax.
More another day! Love you
Funny enough, on my Malaysian passport, it says on the first page that I'm not allowed to travel to Israel. I think it has something to do with Palestine. Interestingly, I looked into the meaning on the word and wound up on the word "philistine" a person who is hostile or indifferent to the arts. The word was used to refer to the brutish and warlike Palestinians. Ok then.
I dont even speak Punjabi. Which is supposed to be the language of my people. I don't really know what my people are anymore. I'm hearing lots of stories about the truth and.. the more I know it seems the more I don't know.
So, I got baptized in 2017. Yes, Jesus is the king. Though.. he wasn't a Christian and so neither am I.
I've been only recently introduced to just what it is Jewish people are and why Hitler went ape shit on them. Being young and born in Malaysia.. they didn't really.. tell us anything about them. Totally went over my head that stuff did. Now I'm initiated, I'm not even allowed to travel to historic sites because of my place of birth? A place that I remember only for negligence, violence, indifference, corruption, marginalization, oppression, incelibacy, isolation, depression, false love.. good food..? kind of..? I mean everything is deep-fried and health and safety standards there are arbitrary to a certain extent so it's actually technically hardly ever good to eat out.. the ques.. the bureaucracy.. the endless traffic jams.. never finding parking for hours.. being double-triple parked on.. poor people are super nice and rich people are constantly looking for dirt on you to hold you accountable for whatever nefarious needs they may have. The only solace I found was in the ether. Playing video games for hours on end. Being whoever, in whatever mystical land, going on missions, solving problems, making the world a better place.. but then also going ape shit and going on a murderous rampage. Such cathartic pleasure. I had resigned to a life of depraved and disgusting behavior until the Lord came to me with the apocalypse in 2012. I wont try to convince you or explain my beliefs.. all I know is that I am just a muppet in a play so elaborate it needed something like that. It looks like I may have to write a book.. :( I don't like remembering these things.. I miss having someone to hold.. I don't know whats going to happen to me next.. will I be forced back.. Great human migrations are the basis of the Bible.. especially when its in regards to people leaving tyrannical warlike governments.. seeing the way Australia has responded in this day and age.. gives me little hope for my own plight..
A place of birth that wasn't where my people originated from - because they themselves were taking refuge from the war in India. A place away from a home that I can't really call mine.. I didn't choose. A place that if I were to live in it long enough would see me become a nightmare. It's likely that going back there might turn me into a martyr. It seems that staying here in Australia is an opportunity to see me become something great. At the same time, it's not really up to me because.. I don't have any money, neither have I been able to get and keep solid work.
The Lord asks me to stay clear from the pursuit of money. To keep close to my heart the knowledge that he has a plan. Whats more.. he is also saying that I should relax.
More another day! Love you
Monday, February 3, 2020
Fug'dup
I really don't like how I've put so much effort into other blogsites only to lose interest so quickly in the plans and schemes I lay out. I prefer when I could just write what was on my mind but nowdays you have to be so fucking meticulous and careful about what you say lest you rip apart the reality of some fragile dweeb that had no business on your site in the first place. I think, upon reflecting on my old blogs and posts, that I've never done blogging for other people. It was always a cathartic practice. A special place I could just dump my life into and if someone resonated maybe they'd drop a comment. Nowdays blogging is all about money.. it's about lead generation.. it's all about forcing yourself to collaborate with other business.. and slowly it all just becomes a saturated mesh of shit. Nobody reads blogs anyway because they're like any website.. only the biggest ones get all the traffic. So in a sense I suppose I could write any smut or shit I want here and nobody will ever really take notice. Maybe after I'm dead ^^ they'll write a book about it.
I can't in good conscience write a blog with money at the center of it.
Money is a real fucking crux aint it. You can never have too much, and you never seem to have enough ever. Everybody around you loves you when you have it regardless of how you acquired it. Everybody wants to be your friend when you have it and it opens practically almost every single door in the world except the most important ones. Money can never buy self-actualisation and it will never bring you peace because when you have too little you worry about the next meal when you have just enough you have to worry about keeping it that way and when you have too much you have to worry about a whole lot of things.
What really irks me is the idea that in order to render service.. I need to make money.. I really enjoy work. I love to do things conscientiously, and I have a real hard-on for R&D in any sector. I really don't appreciate fruitless work, the kind of shit that's only done for the sake of profit. Like I can't do what I love even though I'm great at it unless I'm getting paid. Like literally, society is structured this way.
No money = (Starvation + No shelter+Limited Accessibility) = Death/Endless Suffering
So if I'm doing what I love but I'm not getting paid (internship or public service for example) I'll die suffering horribly.
The only way you wont die is if outside factors carry you forward. So.. if someone or a group decides to help you to stay alive so you can keep doing the work you love. Except you still wont have money so you wont be dead but you'll be suffering because you'll only have what is given and that is going to be the bare minimum. Also, why would anyone want to keep you alive if not for selfish reasons? You do free labor, so all that's needed is someone to provide you enough that you don't die. Essentially slave labor or if you prefer the more cleverly worded "voluntary indentured servitude".
Alternatively, the pursuit and worship of money as the ultimate goal OVER passion and vocation.
This leads me to the realization that the best and easiest ways to accumulate wealth are.. evil? Start a religion, import/export of goods and services (by this I mean guns, drugs, sex, human trafficking, money lending and extortion by extension) - I mean this shit is what world governments do and so they are the gold standard by which criminal organizations operate. So.. working for the government is the best bet for making money! Thinking about it, I could be an international operative whose job is to undermine foreign economies so that your own thrives! There are books written about this for fucks sake and it's a very real thing and just the silhouette of the tip of the iceberg.
Hahaha or just start a blog and sell your space to advertisers. Slowly turn your page and yourself into an extention of them.
I can't in good conscience write a blog with money at the center of it.
Money is a real fucking crux aint it. You can never have too much, and you never seem to have enough ever. Everybody around you loves you when you have it regardless of how you acquired it. Everybody wants to be your friend when you have it and it opens practically almost every single door in the world except the most important ones. Money can never buy self-actualisation and it will never bring you peace because when you have too little you worry about the next meal when you have just enough you have to worry about keeping it that way and when you have too much you have to worry about a whole lot of things.
What really irks me is the idea that in order to render service.. I need to make money.. I really enjoy work. I love to do things conscientiously, and I have a real hard-on for R&D in any sector. I really don't appreciate fruitless work, the kind of shit that's only done for the sake of profit. Like I can't do what I love even though I'm great at it unless I'm getting paid. Like literally, society is structured this way.
No money = (Starvation + No shelter+Limited Accessibility) = Death/Endless Suffering
So if I'm doing what I love but I'm not getting paid (internship or public service for example) I'll die suffering horribly.
The only way you wont die is if outside factors carry you forward. So.. if someone or a group decides to help you to stay alive so you can keep doing the work you love. Except you still wont have money so you wont be dead but you'll be suffering because you'll only have what is given and that is going to be the bare minimum. Also, why would anyone want to keep you alive if not for selfish reasons? You do free labor, so all that's needed is someone to provide you enough that you don't die. Essentially slave labor or if you prefer the more cleverly worded "voluntary indentured servitude".
Alternatively, the pursuit and worship of money as the ultimate goal OVER passion and vocation.
This leads me to the realization that the best and easiest ways to accumulate wealth are.. evil? Start a religion, import/export of goods and services (by this I mean guns, drugs, sex, human trafficking, money lending and extortion by extension) - I mean this shit is what world governments do and so they are the gold standard by which criminal organizations operate. So.. working for the government is the best bet for making money! Thinking about it, I could be an international operative whose job is to undermine foreign economies so that your own thrives! There are books written about this for fucks sake and it's a very real thing and just the silhouette of the tip of the iceberg.
Hahaha or just start a blog and sell your space to advertisers. Slowly turn your page and yourself into an extention of them.
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