But vicariously very grateful that the thing was still under warranty.
Thank you. I do feel I was well served by paying out money I didn't have then instead of money I don't have now.
(Who was Owen Pugh? I am not inclined to look it up in my present mental state.)
One of the characters in Ursula K. Le Guin's "Nine Lives" (1969):
"Think a bit, Martin bach. What's this cloning for? To repair the human race. We're in a bad way. Look at me. My IIQ and GC are half this John Chow's. Yet they wanted me so badly for the Far Out Service that when I volunteered they took me and fitted me out with an artificial lung and corrected my myopia. Now if there were enough good sound lads about would they be taking one-lunged short-sighted Welshmen?"
"Didn't know you had an artificial lung."
"I do then. Not tin, you know. Human, grown in a tank from a bit somebody; cloned, if you like. That's how they make replacement organs, the same general idea as cloning, but bits of pieces instead of whole people. It's my own lung now, whatever."
fleurdelis28 and I were also talking recently about the fact that George VI had a pneumonectomy late in life. My computer turning out to have one fan where it really should have two, it seemed that either of them would make an appropriate namesake. If I named it after Bertie, though, I'd worry that it would see me fine through some soul-trying crisis and then expire, whereas after all this hassle I'd rather it keep going for as long as I can get. Owen is probably more appropriate anyway. I've never actually named a computer of mine before.
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Thank you. I do feel I was well served by paying out money I didn't have then instead of money I don't have now.
(Who was Owen Pugh? I am not inclined to look it up in my present mental state.)
One of the characters in Ursula K. Le Guin's "Nine Lives" (1969):
"Think a bit, Martin bach. What's this cloning for? To repair the human race. We're in a bad way. Look at me. My IIQ and GC are half this John Chow's. Yet they wanted me so badly for the Far Out Service that when I volunteered they took me and fitted me out with an artificial lung and corrected my myopia. Now if there were enough good sound lads about would they be taking one-lunged short-sighted Welshmen?"
"Didn't know you had an artificial lung."
"I do then. Not tin, you know. Human, grown in a tank from a bit somebody; cloned, if you like. That's how they make replacement organs, the same general idea as cloning, but bits of pieces instead of whole people. It's my own lung now, whatever."