Ilka rests in pieces
ilka died yesterday. I had her locked up in a closet. Friends tell me that was the reason; I didn’t give her enough air. ilka was one of my computers, named after a Miss Sweden pageant from 2001. Even though she seemed like an incredibly cool person, I seriously doubt that the real Ilka would feel honored. 
It started with a few lost packets. Grrr, that stupid ISP, I thought. Before calling them, I checked the hardware. Don’t want to complain to tech support and feel like an idiot just because a network card had gone bad or something like that. I connected my laptop. No packet loss. It was when I tried to replace the network cable, to see if it was faulty, that I felt something weird. A tingling sensation, not unlike foot orgasm (eh, yeah, I should probably explain that later), but instead through the hand that was fumbling around the back, trying to pull out the cable. Electrical current. Not good. Although it took a while to realize how serious it was. I think I had a bath, a banana and read some blogs, before starting to panic and taking a new backup of important things. I came halfway through the backup before ilka died. No smoke or explosion with cool special effects, she just stopped.
I feared the worst, quickly mounted the hard drives in another computer, because I somehow felt I needed to hurry. No data lost. Yay! Not that I had anything terribly important, that wasn’t backed up elsewhere, but still it’s annoying. It is short term solution though. My desktop computer now has 4 hard drives, and is very noisy, especially with the addition of ilka’s older drives. The rest of ilka is now lying on the floor in pieces, totally silent and motionless.