My Inspiron 9400 / 1705 died. More accurately, the GPU (video card) fried. Now, a computer with no ability to display anything is not going to be very useful. This left me with two options:
- Find the parts and do the repairs.
- Get a new computer.
In looking at what was involved with fixing the box, both DH and I started leaning towards a new box. When we saw that Dell was replacing these boxes over the given issue, it pushed us over the edge.
Cancer is not cheap to combat. Infertility had already depleted a lot of financial savings, so we had a few criteria that needed to be met under $1,000.00 USD. (We did go over a bit, I admit, but it was unavoidable.) The main thing was that I needed something that had a dedicated video memory card. Shared video cards are bad whenever you run programs such as Adobe Illustrator or Photoshop. That doesn’t even touch gaming issues.
Adobe has a long history of eating every possible resource on any given machine. Microsoft only tries to do that from time to time. Adobe is a master of creeping bloatware. Unfortunately, Adobe is the only possible alternative for some things.
We went to our local computer megastore because DH wants NOTHING to do with my machine. I even had trouble getting him to go with me to the store to buy it. (He wanted to do this in a truly Byzantine manner that even his closest friends thought showed a form of insanity. The details would reveal too much about his neuroses, so I will not state them here.) There we were when I found a decent refurbished machine:
HP Pavilion 17.3” screen laptop
I’m pretty happy thus far – even though figuring out Windows 7 is weird. It is going to take some time to transfer everything over. I have to access the functional disk that resides in the Inspiron 9400 to release some of my programs so I can install them on the new box. These aren’t programs I can do without, either.
Oh, did I mention that my Zune went at the same time. In the next few days I am going to have to call Microsoft and try and get it fixed. It should still be under warranty.
(I haven’t even touched the stuff that is going on at work . . .)
