Holy fuck. I haven't touched this in forever.
Only real bit of news..
I'm a dad! Hooray!
9 years agokmkzeWtrMln
What's up everyone?
Stuff is a changin in the world of me.
A lot has happened since I've last been here.
Graduated, kicked out of my dad's house, kicked out of my mom's house, now I'm livin with a friend of mine.
Gettin' a job soon, then I'm going to buy a Dodge Caravan ('95), and rennovate it.
Anyway. What's new around here?
10 years agokmkzeWtrMln
"Gooood Morning, race fans! It's five o'clock on the dot, and it's
time to kick things off!"
The announcers voice came rampaging out of the loudspeakers that were
strategically placed around the raceway. Of course, I couldn't hear
any of that. I was down on the track, behind the wheel of the last
five years of my life.
It's a humbling thing, racing. It forces all of the other worries out
of your mind, making you, your car, and the track your tires are
sitting on, the only thing in existence. It becomes second nature.
"Coming up now, we have Sam Grier in the left lane with his 1982
Honda Prelude. And in the right lane, we have the reigning champion,
Dagger, driving his 2003 Mustang Cobra Terminator.
When Dagger's name hit the eardrums of all the spectators, a
deafening roar of applause, cheers, and whistles came thundering back,
almost an instantaneous rebuttle. There's nothing I love more than
proving all those people wrong. I looked over my right shoulder, and
saw Dagger glaring back at me, as if we were about to fight, like we
were back in High School. He made his presence known by a thick cloud
of white smoke, that seemed to be pouring out of his back tires. The
smell of burning rubber seeped into my nostrils, and forced a deep
breath of air. The sound of his high powered V8 clouded my head,
making it hard to think.
Back in the stands, Dex, Stace and Shiznit were all there to see our
finished project scream down the track. Dex and Stace are my best
friends. I've known them longer than I can even remember, and in that
time, we've all shared the same dream.
Shiznit is my brother, the only one of my brothers that I regularly
hang out with. He's five years older than I am, but we still get a
long. We started working on the Prelude, which we aptly named 'Mighty
Mouse', back in 2009. I had just turned 18. That was nearly five years
ago, and it's finally finished.
"What do you think he'll run?" Stace asked, as he dug his cigarettes
out of his pocket.
"I don't know, man. This is the first actual race with Mighty Mouse,
but with as much as it's pushin', I'd say mid 11 to 12 second range."
Dex replied, sounding unsure of his answer.
"I think it'll run a 12 to 13," Shiznit threw in his two cents,
before taking a drag of the last of his cigarette,
"but either way, it's not going to matter. That Cobra sounds pretty
vicious, like a caged... lion or... something." Shiznit added, his
voice trailed off when he realized he was pointing out the obvious.
Dex and Stace looked back at him, after carefully analyzing every
little detail of the Mustang. Criticized and critiqued everything from
the color of the paint, to the cloud of smoke that was quickly
dissappearing into the evening sky.
"No faith." They both said, simultaneously.
Sitting in the drivers' seat, I couldn't see much that was going on. I
was concentrating on every thing I had to do. Wrap the throttle up to
2500 RPM, dump the clutch, mash the gas, shift, repeat. All my gauges
read the right numbers, which was always a good sign. The negative
comments, and the discouraging shouts from the spectators fueled my
desire to win even more. I've always loved a good challenge,
especially when the odds are against me.
The lights counted down from red, to yellow, then to green. At that
instant, everything was at a stand still, as the sound of the engine
caressed my ears. Ten, twenty, thirty, forty-five, fifty; my
speedometer climbed at an astounding rate. In between shifts, the
whistling of the turbo grew louder, and more vigorous, as if it was
the battle cry of my twenty-six year old car.
It wasn't until I hit the top of forth, did the most awful sound that
I have heard in my entire life, emit from the engine bay. A loud
grinding sound, that sounded as if someone was grinding bones up, came
first. After that, a blood curdling smash, which was followed by a
nails-on-the-chalkboard screeching sound. I can hear the announcer
saying something, but I couldn't make it out through the sound of my
malfunctioning car, and the shouts of the fans. My speedometer is
plummeting; 120, 100, 85. When I look back up, I can feel my tires
giving way, and wobbling out of control. I try to counter-steer to
avoid slamming into the wall. It's not working. Within an instant, the
car is sideways, still going 70 miles-per-hour down the track. I pull
up the e-brake in an attempt to bring to car to a hault. No dice.
Mighty Mouse spins around, then before I can even process what
happened, the car, with full force, slams head first into the median.
10 years agokmkzeWtrMln
So I've bought a laptop.
It's a Dell Latitude CPi.
I know, I know.
It's slow and shitty.
But I'm going to buy some more memory, faster CPU (If I can), and probably an external harddrive.
But, this is where you all come in.
What memory can I use, and what CPU would fit into it?
No questions have been answered yet