My first laptop is history. Dead. Gone.
I stopped by Computers Direct in Union City yesterday to pick up the body. "What do you do with a dead computer?" I asked the tech guru as he handed me the remains.
"Well, you can take it to the recycling center, but you'll want to remove the hard drive, first."
"How do I remove the hard drive?" I was too embarrassed to tell him that I actually had no idea whatsoever what a hard drive was. I mean, I knew it was kinda like the "brain" of the machine, but I wouldn't have known a hard drive if you'd set one right in front of me. That was yesterday. Today, yes, I do know what a hard drive looks like. I'm getting an education here, folks - woohoo! My dead hard drive looks a little like a fat, metal cracker. It's sitting beside me on the kitchen counter at the moment.
Patrick flipped the computer over, gave it a bang and a jerk, and held out the fat metal cracker. "This is your hard drive."
"What do I do with it? How do I destroy it?" I examined the disc in my hand. "Stomp on it?"
"Half-inch drill bit, three holes," he explained matter-of-factly.
I took the fat cracker without blinking.
"Or," he continued, "you could use it for target practice, if you have a high-powered rifle."
I'm afraid of power tools. Guess I need to borrow a rifle. Looks like the old laptop gets to go out with a military salute.
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