So my first real taste of playing with computers was right after Oblivion came out. I mean, Morrowind was perhaps the best thing that ever happened to me, and I needed the sequel. And to do that, I needed to upgrade my graphics card, with extensive help from my mom.
If there’s one thing I learned from this embarrassing situation, it’s that I really needed to learn the computer stuff. I decided to do a simple RAM upgrade on my own as a learning experience, did a ton of research on exactly what type I needed and ordered two 512GB DDR3 sticks (1GB total, double what I had).
They took about six months to arrive, due to a combination of delayed shipments from China, them taking forever to ship the item in the first place, and a mixup at the post office. I get the sticks home, and…it’s two sticks of SDRAM. As in, can’t use it in my computer. Will not fit. We try to return it, but the manufacturer refuses to accept it, due to all the shit involved in getting it here. (They were cheap, luckily)
Fast-forward a few years, I’m digging through a bunch of boxes of computer parts, and find the SDRAM sticks. I wonder if there actually is a computer I can throw these in, and look through my collection until I find out that my ancient XPS T600 has SDRAM slots!
So I swap out the 64MB in there for 1GB. Yes. I have a computer running Windows 98 on a gig of RAM. And it is a beast. This computer can’t even recognize all of that memory — it caps out at 256MB. For reference, before I replaced it this computer came with a 16GB hard drive; that much memory just didn’t happen back then.
The computer itself is actually able to use some of the extra memory. It boots to desktop in about ten seconds, which is so beautiful. I really need to try and throw a better processor in that thing and see what happens.
But yes, that was really the point where I started calling myself a mad computer scientist as a joke, since why the hell not put 1GB of RAM into a computer that can barely handle dial-up internet?