More art of Dora the Kentauride from Golden Axe: The Revenge of Death Adder.

(for those poor, impoverished souls who never got the opportunity to play the game:
http://goldenaxe.wikia.com/wiki/Dora )

I was watching Youtube videos of old arcade playthroughs, like Street Smarts, Mutant Hunter, and others. And then I ran across a playthrough of Revenge of Death Adder with the player using Dora.

I got the bright idea to look up how much Dora the Centaur art there was.

Not a whole lot. Doing "Dora Golden Axe" on Google is almost all screen shots and only a handful of original art. Search "golden_axe" on e621, there is one Dora pic. One.

What's up with that?

PS: A pox upon anybody who ate my apples when I was trying to heal myself.

Today is Pop's 80th birthday. He's made mention of trying to figure out how to move back home. I got no idea how well he'll do if he does. He does not do his exercises. He spends almost all day in his room, flat on the bed, watching TV. When he does get out of the house, "for a walk" , I don't think he genuinely does anything substantial. Once when I went out to put mail into the mailbox, at a time when he was supposed to be getting his exercise, I spotted him just a few doors down the street sitting on his convertible walker under a neighbor's tree.

I just got an external cd/dvd drive today. For a long time, the drive in my computer was the "gold standard." If a cd or dvd didn't work, it was a bad disk. A while back, I got some cds for ripping and the drive wouldn't recognize there was a disk inside. I returned them to the store and re-bought the same thing from Amazon. Same result. On a whim, or maybe desperation, I put into my old combo vhs-dvd player I got when I was in college and, lo!, the music played. Crap, it's my drive and not the discs.

For some reason it wouldn't play disc two of a two disk set. Weird. Got me out of having to let Pop do his taxes on my computer, though. I've been intermittently browsing drives on NewEgg and Amazon, but never committing to actually making a purchase.

Anyway, I decided today's "get my butt out of the house" time would be a trip to SWS. And on a whim, I decided to buy the type of external drive that they happened to have. Along with a gaming mouse for that mythical time when my new computer gets built.

With one minor hiccup caused by using the USB plugs on my monitor and not the main tower, it works like a charm. I have Labor Day off, I'll be spending my day ripping.

Mom has "subtly" dropped a hint I need to fix the CenturyLink bill. She only needs me for technical stuff. Calling CenturyLink and saying "Hey, you mofo's have gotten real expensive. Cut us a deal or we're outta here." does not need any technical expertise. The only technical input I contributed when we got broadband in the first place was telling the guy on the phone what our OSs were.

Technically, I've been yellow ever since my voter registration got accepted, but I only got my new voter card Wednesday.

Yep, I'm Libertarian. I was "no party" in Cochise County, and totally inactive. Now I'm Libertarian in Pima County.

I've never wanted to be Republican. I've never liked the idea of being a Democrat.


Because both of them piss me off.


As for the other meaning of "yellow" . . . Well since I am half-Vietnamese, I guess I'm yellow that way, too.




In other news, I decided to try blowing off the dust on my Dreamwidth account. I created one during the Great Livejournal Exodus, just to squat on my favorite username. I got no idea how DW's "access" system works.

Keep wanting to say 43 . . .

Just grinding along with no real progress.

Pop is still living here. His leg has been ready for weeks, but the VA only recently signed off on paying for it just recently.

Birthday haul: $320 in checks and cash, yummy lunch of spring rolls and meat with rice, and yummy dinner of steak and shrimp and 50% less nagging than usual about my weight and eating habits.

Arranged to have vacation for the week, have not accomplished diddly squat.

I got no idea if anybody is actually "on" Livejournal any more. I'm still on because I bought a perm-account back when it was still an American company and dammit, Ima getting some use out of it. Pretty much of all of the new posts I see seem to be automatic cross-posts from other venues.

Anyway, it's my birthday and ought to get this posted while it's still my birthday.

me: Man! I haven't posted in a long time and a whole bunch of Notable Stuff ™ has happened. I should tell people about it.

brain: What's that? Get re-interested in Mass Effect? Okey-dokey!

me: wtf, brain? (btw, Grunt has unique dialogue with Garm when your out to recruit Garrus. And you can Paragon path Zaeed's loyalty mission right after picking him up. It really is based on percentage of paragons opportunities taken per paragon opportunities offered.)


me: And it's open enrollment at work. Need to get my benefits chosen on the company benefits website.

brain: A session of Civ4 comin' right up!

me: sigh.


Try to get Log of Big Doings up later, even though the Big Doings in question were weeks ago.

https://youtu.be/-840keiiFDE





Studio Gainax back when they were just fans doing fan-animation.

This was a couple of weeks ago. I know, I need to post when shit actually goes down.

It was almost like any Wednesday, except Mom had an Air-conditioning Guy over. Our A/C is just fine, it's just getting on in years, and we'd rather not have to suddenly deal with it not being fine. Per usual, I'm in my room messing with the computer, Pop's resting on the bed until dinner, and we've got 5 barking rats running around instead of usual 3 because Ray's up. Next thing I know, there's this big commotion centered around getting Pop out the door and to the ER. For all intents and purposes, I got up from my computer to see what all the noise was about and found that I was alone in the house (with the 5 barking rats) going "Whut?"

And Mom knew right away it was not going to be a quick check-up and back home: she had Ray pack up the shower-chair, wheel-chair, and all the rest into the shed the next day.

Apparently the end of the stump wasn't circulating properly and that means another operation.

We're both relieved. I don't know about Mom, but the twinge of guilt that I'm glad he's out of the house didn't last very long. We can take a bath instead of just showers with the weak-sauce therapy shower-head that barely rinses off sweat. My team lead has been commenting on my obvious lack of sleep during our face-to-face reviews. That's because as soon as I got home, I'd fire up the computer and start playing something turn-based. Not because I'm living the slacker dream of playing video games all day. It was so I could keep my brain awake so I could *hear* any calls for help, from Mom or Pop. And I couldn't go to sleep until Pop called it a night. Because what if something happened while I was taking a nap? I'd never hear the end of it. So I've been operating on about 3 hours of sleep per work night for the past six months. I've haven't gone shopping for my own pleasure. If Mom took off for anything, I had to stay in until she came back. This generally meant I barely had time to get any of my shit done. Now we can both come and go as we please.

---

Mom went and got new laptop. And once again, a thing that really requires her input, if only because it's going to be an intimate and personal object for her, gets fobbed off on me. The only thing about the process she would have needed my help with was putting in the router password. And after she gets to desktop, she couldn't get into Yahoo!Mail and I get to spend hours trying not to drip sweat onto sensitive electronics. Hours that, by the way, edged into my "you need to get to friggen' sleep" time bracket.

There's nothing wrong the the computer. I'm positive I know why she can't log in. She changed her password sometime in 2016 and forgot. I know this because one of the things you can access without having to re-enter the password for confirmation is the "last account change" log. And because she's set to auto-login she's never had to remember what she changed it to. The problem is, like me, she is also one of those weird mutant freaks with no smart-phone. And, unlike me, she has no back-up secondary email accounts. So the most common means for password recovery are a no-go. Luckily, it's within the PX's unconditional return time frame.

That was Wednesday. Pop's kinda peeved he can't just go back home like everything was back to normal. Uh, no, that's not how rehab works.

I gather getting to this stage took a longer than an "ideal" case would. Pop would constantly do stupid stuff that would set his therapy back. Shuffling down the hall in his walker, he'd forget to keep himself centered, get off balance, fall onto his stump making it bleed, and reset the clock to zero. Sitting in his wheelchair in the living room, there's be some object or essential piece of paperwork just out of reach, instead of calling out "Hey, could you hand me that?" he'd try to reeeeach to get it himself, fall on his stump making it bleed, and resetting the clock to zero. In the bathroom trying to transition from the toilet to the shower-chair in the bathtub, instead of using the walker to stand up then 90 degree turn then sit, he'd try to go directly, fall on his stump making it bleed, and resetting the clock to zero. Going back to bed, instead of backing up all the way until his legs were against the bed, he'd go "eh, landing zone in sight" and sit down, too early, fall off the bed onto his stump, making it bleed and resetting everything back to zero.

You get the idea.

Mom went off on me Friday. Apparently, if I notice the bag we put our recyclables in is full, a driving rainstorm is no excuse to not empty it out into the city recycling bin. And telling a *guy* to make a judgement call with smell is doomed to failure, but I kept quiet. Mostly because she's Mom and 90% of the other things she was complaining about were absolutely right. And also being in customer service for over a decade has sucked the soul out of me. Anyway, Mom says I'm in charge of feeding Pop because she's going "out."

So, me and Pop are in the kitchen. I'm making some burritos out of stuff I want to use before it goes bad. Pop's rambling on like he does. In a segue from how the NFL used to treat concussions and how an old neighbor of ours couldn't understand the concept of working nights, Pop just casually mentions he's fallen off the roof of the house two times.

O_O

And he's pretty sure the second time is why his balance is all borked.

O_O

First time he was taking roof coating up the ladder. The fact that the fall rendered him unconscious was not the important part of the story, to him. The important part was that the drum of roof-coating fell straight down, landed flat, and didn't spill.

The second time he was leaning over the edge to paint under the eaves. Again, that he was rendered unconscious was not the important part of the story. It was how bummed he was that couldn't ride a bike anymore after that.

Recently our phone bill went up. Mostly because our old "price-lock" deal had expired. So Mom tells me to go fix the bill.

Mom's always telling me to do something that *really* needs her input and involvement and then wandering off or disappearing to do her own thing.

If you want to talk (or live-chat) with Century Link Customer care, you need to have a bunch of info that only the Account Owner (ie, Mom) would have. Like the last 4 digits of the social. Something I thought I had written down, but apparently not where I can get to it.

So I register for an online account. Which only requires info from a recent bill, which I do have handy. After a few minor mis-steps, like turning off long-distance, which Mom wanted to keep, because the "Existing Customer Change Services" page is totally and completely different than the "Look at Our Shiny Bundle-Deals, Potential New Customer" page, I discover our neighborhood is now in the 40Mbps zone and the current set of bundles for 20M and 40M cost the same. Kewl. Confirmation message says the switch will be Monday (this last Monday, 7/3/17), and I figure "Crisis over, back to routine." This is all a smidge past Mid-June, by the way.

So, middle of the day Friday (June 30) the internet cuts out. I've had intermittent outages before, so I just settled back to read and ended falling asleep. Insert whine about not getting enough sleep and not getting any reading done. I do all the Stupid Idiot Stuff Tech Support Makes You Do, like resetting the modem and checking the modem's status screen. DSL appears to be trying to connect but fails to.

Friday is the day off when Stuff Gets Done, like grocery shopping. Before heading out to shop, I inform Mom, so she doesn't find out herself the hard way if she had her heart set on an evening of web-surfing.

I get back and Mom's on her laptop . . .

She wants me to get on the horn with CenturyLink to complain. First call, the rep I get has me do the Stupid Idiot Stuff and then says to hold, she's going to signal the modem. I wait, figuring she's doing whatever she needs to do, and I get kicked back into the voice menu. WTF. Second tech support rep sympathizes, and also does not make me re-do the Stupid Idiot Stuff I already did. Then I learned that the work order to upgrade to 40 happened early. And that the current modem doesn't handle 40M. Apparently the website ordering service is too stupid to check for compatibility. While Customer Care and Tech Support are two different departments, Tech Support can tell if a modem has been ordered or not. There isn't one on the way. Problem is that it's now 11pm, Customer Care is closed, and has limited Saturday hours. I'm looking at being offline until well after 4th of July . . . unless I go out and buy a new modem myself. Screw being offline longer than I have to! I get some model numbers and specs from the tech, and head right out the door to hit Wal-mart.

Turns out Wallyworld doesn't carry any sort of DSL modem at all. Did I mention I was developing a sore big toe? Well, I was. And walking to Wallyworld didn't help.

Next morning, I'm up bright and early. (Body: Huh? Next dentists appointment ain't until October! Me: I got stuff to do. Body: This freakin' early!) First stop is SWS. Actually, first stop is McDonald's, because of how the buses run, I'm there before SWS opens. Apparently I need a regular reminder that a McDonald's Breakfast is just a creatively dis-assembled McMuffin. And they don't serve condiments with their Big Breakfast anymore. At least I didn't get any with mine.

SWS didn't have any VDSL modems. Mind genuinely blown. Go-to Serious Computer Hardware place doesn't have something.

For shits, I decide to hit the U of A Bookstore. I wasn't expecting to find anything. Also being middle of summer and a de facto holiday weekend, nothing else on the mall was open. And I found out the Library computer lab is not public access anymore. All the computers require a login.

Next up, two long waits at bus stops to get to Best Buy. Finally, a place with VDSL modems . . . sort of. The staff is familiar enough with Century Link, but they only had two modems to select from. One cost a little over a half of what Century Link's "Purchase Modem" fee is, but doesn't have router functions. The other was twice as expensive, but had wireless. Out comes the credit card . . . http://www.bestbuy.com/site/netgear.....?skuId=4760600

Another two long waits at bus stops to get home. Once home, set up is fairly painless. I'm back on, Mom's back on, that's what matters.

And to what use am I putting the new 40Mbps speed for? Lookin' at furry porn. :P Ok, the new Italian update on War Thunder has got me playing War Thunder again, but I don't seriously multiplayer anymore.

Mayday's in the closet. Not because of the fireworks, per se, but the freaking barking rats freaking out about the fireworks.

When I first started working at my current job, the client had an *extremely* specific greeting.

"Thank you for calling. This is $NAME. May I help you?"

Three specific lines, one pause, and an upbeat tone throughout. If you got it wrong on a call monitor you got docked points from your call score.

You could choose in between which line the pause would go. Technically, "How may I help you?" was allowable if you maintained the upbeat tone. Agents quickly learned "May I help you?" naturally ended on an upbeat tone, whereas "How may I help you?" naturally tended to be downbeat, requiring conscious effort to meet the upbeat tone requirement.

Time goes on. The client has a merger, the call center changes hands at least of couple of times, but the greeting stays the same. I think some time after the client merger the greeting went from "You must say this *verbatim*, OR ELSE!" to simply "This is the recommended greeting when account-specific greetings are not necessary."

Now, they've changed the greeting. And they didn't pass around a "and we'll start grading calls on the new standard on $DATE" memo like they normally do, so none of Team Leads and OMs new about it until CQAs started coming in with dings against the greeting.

This, on top of changing how the Star bonus is calculated. Sigh.

just random wisdom I don't want to lose and deserves more than just a jot on the notepad.

https://www.crosstimecafe.com/viewt.....&start=100

I realized- and in a couple of cases, learned the hard way- that business and being an asshole don't mix.

Important stuff that everybody expects mentioning:

May 2: 41 trips around the sun.

May 4: Mom and Pop's 50th anniversary.


Per my usual, I got vacation time for the week. Also per my usual, nothing got done.

Pop gave me a card and $125 check. Ray gave me a card and $20 cash. The week before, Mom had Ray come up to clean the carpet in my room and declared that to be my birthday present. My inner sanctum is turned upside down, with less than a day's warning. My most valued physical possessions, my books, are arbitrarily declared to be worthless trash. Some birthday gift, lady.

Stuff in the order I bother to remember:

Because I'm pretty sure nobody saw the edit to my last post: http://revolvemerchandise.shop/ipec.....-fortress-2-lp

Broke my glasses by falling asleep with them on and then rolling on them. Left side repair involved a paperclip.

No progress on the computer. The sound card is dying on my old computer. I get static after extended playing. So do I finally start back on the new master build? Nope. Instead I got re-interested in Mass Effect. Decided to go ahead and get ME1 on Origin, since ME2 was "On the House" a while back. Not a total waste, Origin's ME1 comes with Bring Down the Sky and Pinnacle Station. No I don't have any of the DLCs requiring BioWare Points. If you want me to buy something then let me freaking buy it! Don't make me spend real money for fake "virtual" money to get stuff!

Oh, by the way: The Steam install of ME2 does *not* play nice with the Origin install of ME2.

Not having the new rig up and running is all me being lazy up until Pop got his leg cut off. Then it was all about me having to have an ear open for Mom or Pop asking for help.

My last "real" post might have given the impression all Mom does is complain. That's not totally fair. She's the only one in the family with actual medical experience. So she's the one qualified to do things like check for drainage and . . . catheters.

But she does spew out a constant stream of criticism all the while. "Keep your body in between your hands! Don't get too far forward! Carl! Grab he belt!"

Most of the immediate difficulty was the drugs they had him on post-op. Now that he's mostly off those, he's doing a lot better, thinking a lot clearer. Which, unfortunately, means he can dwell upon his lack of independence and brood about being "kept."

Albert "Gene Catlow" Temple. I don't put furry front and center, but browsing furry art has been the bulk of my web-surf routine ever since I found out the U of A computer labs were not strictly school business only, the days of Mosaic and Netscape 1.1, back when the VCL was Brian Antoine's personal collection of furry art and the SCFA was the only archive that displayed in html instead of ftp:// . My reaction upon learning how old he was, was to go "Man! I did not know he was that old!" Granted 59 is a young age to die, but that's up near Steve Gallacci. Back in Yerf days, forum posts and picture descriptions would have happy announcements of being accepted to Blah-Blah Artschool or Somethingeruther Animation Program. I figured he was a college guy like me, not an adult playing with the all the kids.

The apparent exodus to Dreamwidth. I'm not leaving LJ. I bought a permanent membership and Ima goin' to use it. The real question is am I going to start including checking in on DW as part of my web-surf routine. At least until I figure out who's DW-only and who I really want to stay kept-up with. At least this time, my preferred username is waiting for me. Not like Twitter. I thought Twitter was for people who couldn't make a proper blog-post and when it turned into a place a lot of artists claim as their sole hang-out, all the good usernames were gone. Anyway, might spruce up my DW enough to at least look like it belongs to someone.

Back to the grind. Barring something unexpected, I won't be taking more vacation until the winter holidays.

http://www.teamfortress.com/post.php?id=27972


Yep, I pre-ordered, and I hardly pre-order anything.


Edit: the TF2 blog apparently dropped the entry.


http://revolvemerchandise.shop/ipec.....-fortress-2-lp

Pop came home yesterday.

I don't know how much of his right leg was taken off, but his stump-protector thing comes to mid-shin.

Had an ad hoc ramp on the front door for the wheelchair. He's been issued a nylon belt-thing to allow other people to grab hold of him to move him around and stuff.

First inconvenience: the wheelchair he's been loaned does not fit through the bedroom door. Goes through the front-door and down the hall just fine, but not into the bedroom. We have to bring out the walker sooner than we intended.

Major complication: turns out Pop has *not* been doing the exercises taught to him during his rehab. He's got no grip strength, barely enough arm strength and leg strength to use the walker, and he keeps forgetting how he's supposed to use the walker.

Even before all of this, he wasn't taking care of himself. I got the impression the only time he ate a proper meal was when Mom would make him eat one during his weekly visits. I've heard he'd eat so infrequently, he'd get light-headed enough to not be able to stand up on the first try.

For those of you just tuning in, Mom's a little Vietnamese lady, and getting on in years herself. It quickly becomes apparent I'm the one who will be holding Pop up by his weight-belt.

His major exercise is getting from the bedroom to the living room and back. He was taught, then forgot, how to position himself to maintain balance, how to transition from chair to walker, turning, how close is "close enough" to sit down safely, etc. My job is stay behind him with both my hands on his weight belt. Mom's job during all this, apparently, is to nag Pop about his failure to follow proper technique. *sigh*

Another inconvenience, the cat5 cable from the modem (in my room) to Mom's room. Pop is supposed to get his foot a least a few inches off the floor with the walker, but because he skipped his exercise and practice instead of going hop-scoot, he goes shuffle-scoot. Luckily, duct taping the cable against the wall and Mom's ubiquitous area rugs should prevent future hang-ups.

Got this:

https://www.newegg.com/Product/Prod.....9SIA7J13JT4903


Sound is not as good as plugging into my computer, but not enough for me to call it a flash-drive with a weird case like the previous one.



What's the big deal with having an mp3 player? I want to be able to blast heavy metal at night, but not be tethered to the computer. Life would have been so much easier if Coby still made the same model of player with more gigs, but they don't.

The new mp3 player is officially just a 8G thumb drive with some alleged, battery-powered features.

I thought I could just live with the occasional static, but whatever it uses for RNG for its random play mode borked and now it just plays the same sequence of five songs.

At least you can get some straight-up 8G thumb drives for the same price I paid for that thing.

It wouldn't sting quite as much, except my leading 2nd candidate for a replacement player has bad reviews on Amazon.

And my computer made some troubling warning beeps, a reminder that my super-build has had no progress.

Relatives up in New York left a message that my aunt just had a stroke.

Are you fucking kidding me?

If I were reading this on someone else's blog, I'd be going "Ok, the Dad having medical problems was believable, but your aunt having a stroke, too? What next? Aliens abducting your cat? Give me a break!"

New mp3 player came in just today.

https://www.newegg.com/Product/Prod.....9SIA86X3C98838

Cheap Chinese piece of shit. I post this link to forewarn you.

(I need a better icon set for situations like this.)


Pop had to have his leg amputated. The initial surgery seemed to go fairly well. The leg was good, and Ray thought the foot looked a lot better than when Pop was originally brought into the ER.


Apparently, the situation wasn't that good. Pop had to go into another surgery to have his leg taken. Mom said it was his leg, or his life.

Mom's emotionally fine with being a caretaker, but this is the second worse thing that could happen to Pop. Pop would rather die than "be a burden." Him out-living Mom is the only thing worse than this.

At the beginning of the month, I ordered a new 8G MP3 player. My old 1G player has been as full as it can be for months now, forcing me to decide what to delete every time I want to put something new on.


It's apparently been stuck in China for the past week. Tracking shows it only arriving in California just today.

Last week, during his usual visit, Pop complained of leg pain. He said it sort of felt like the time he got blood clot.

Yesterday, my brother took him to the ER. They thought it was serious enough that Pop was air-lifted from Sierra Vista to Tucson.

He was well enough to call Mom on his cell phone. Apparently, it is another blood clot in his leg.

Mom just told me he's going into surgery tomorrow.

carlhh.dreamwidth.org

Deaths: Somebody put forth the theory that 2016 has not had significantly more deaths than previous years, it's just the people dying are beloved by our generation. I was really, *really* thinking Carrie Fisher was going to have a full recovery. And it was a little mind-blowing that RonRon's death got a feature by a Real News Magazine across the pond.

Work had a Secret Santa. Names were written on scraps of paper and put into a cup. I picked myself. Insert "Triumph Kid" meme.

Computer: What? I can't hear you over the 'whooshing' noise my self-imposed deadlines are making as they fly by.

Got soaked Christmas Eve. Should have just decided to stay in, but Maury Povich had a real winner on his show that day. I was listening to it in my room, Mom had it playing. (Mom's not a fan of that sort of show, she's actually waiting for Family Feud and Maury is the show that leads into it.) Lady who can't keep her ankles off of her shoulders was making her *sixth* "You my baby's daddy!" accusation only to hear Maury say "You are NOT the father!" yet again. I had no interest in that drama, so I thought I'd get out of the house for the sake of not being a loser who spends all day at home wearing pajamas. I hit a fast food joint, and then the supermarket, then home. It was just a light mist at first then became a total deluge. So the yearly "tradition" of me getting rained on because I did not pay attention to the weather forecast lives on, only this time cold as fuck winter rain.

Livejournal: No, I am not moving.

The Election: Something I've been wanting to say since it all went down, but didn't because deadlines whooshing by make such a lovely breeze.

CALM THE FUCK DOWN!

Alright? Now pretty please watch this: https://youtu.be/rStL7niR7gs

The United States of America is not a dictatorship. Yes, the Republicans have the Congress and the Presidency. That is still not equivalent to a dictatorship.

A hell of a whole lot has been said, but here's something to consider that I don't recall seeing anyone else bring up:

*The* *Republican* *Party* is not a dictatorship. Yes, ostensibly, the sitting President is the leader of his party during his term, but the Party is not at the Party Leader's beck and call. He can't arbitrarily fire someone he doesn't like from the party like a company CEO. Actually, I have never heard of political parties being able to "punish" their own members, last time I checked.

So I say "Let's see what happens." For all we know, the Republicans might be (secretly) pissed about having him in office, but have to at least make a show of backing him because the convention voters picked him as the Republican candidate.

It's still 2016 in Arizona, so I'm still on time.

http://www.newegg.com/Product/Produ.....82E16813157719

http://www.newegg.com/Product/Produ.....82E16820249079



No, the new computer is not up and running. Honestly, almost completely due to basic laziness. I've decided not to keep on waving a chicken over the original mobo to see what's wrong.

And hey, 1TB NVMe M2.


And a caveat about ASRock: ASRock is, near as I can tell, the only maker of hi-end mobos that has SATA3 M2 slots. So if you get a SATA3 M2 SSD and you want to give ASRock "The Bird" and go with another company, you're going to have to eat the cost of that SSD. Luckily, the new board has 2 M2 slots so I can still use the one I have.


Next goal, get this stupid computer up and running before my current Avira license runs out.