QuodRod LIVES

Computer-building feels like it's an art

More than a science. I am Frankenstein

And monster both. Today I chose to start

A-using it, this thing I've built; it's fine

But has some flaws yet. First of all, no sound,

Though I know what to do when next I'm free

To play with it some more, to fool around

With parts and drivers. More importantly

It works for writing, as this sonnet shows,

The premiere composition on the beast.

Now, though, my houseguests beckon. So it goes.

It's almost time to drink, scarf down a feast

And plan tomorrow's outings. So, adieu,

E'en though I've yet some tinkering to do.

In Which It Is ALIVE!

I haven't built since Nineteen Ninety-Four,

But as completion looms, I wonder why.

I really cannot think of much that's more

Rewarding than to build from base parts my

Computer! I feel silly, though; it's flash

With all those LEDs. The gaudy type

I really am not often. Do they clash,

The red and blue? The front doth bring a gripe:

I still want clear drive panel covers, so

If anyone can help me find some, please,

I'll be more grateful than you'll ever know!

The silver, well, will do at least, and ease

Is what I need right now for the next bit:

To set it up for Snow Leopard! Oh, shit!