This is as much a pitting of me as it is of them, because I’m the Queen of Impulse Purchases.
I’ve been saving up my money for a long time to buy a gaming computer. I’m running out of good RPGs on my PS2 and none of the new consoles offer enough RPGs to make it worth a purchase. I’ve noticed beautiful things happening with PC games lately, and I’ve been dying to get in on the action.
I walked into Mainstream Electronics Store X for a minor purchase last Sunday afternoon, and while I was standing there I realized I could finally, at long last, afford to buy a desktop computer. I checked out the selection there, having a reasonable idea of what I could afford and what I was looking for, and then went next door to Mainstream Electronics Store Y to see if they had any better deals.
They did. Their selection completely dwarfed that of Electronics Store X and at that point I realized I wasn’t coming out of the store empty handed. I’m not a complete idiot about computers–I understand the concepts of RAM and hard drive space and processor speed. I just know nothing whatever about graphics cards. I haven’t owned a desktop computer in 6 years. But that’s what the Geek Squad is there for, right?
Sales guy sees me ogling the goods and asks if he can be of assistance. ‘‘Yes,’’ I say enthusiastically, ‘‘I want a gaming computer. I want something with good graphics that will run any game I throw at it.’’
‘‘What game do you want to play?’’
‘‘Oblivion,’’ I say. ‘‘I want to play Oblivion. I’ve wanted to play it for so long. Please, help me play Oblivion.’’
Fucker actually walks over to the PC games, picks up the fucking box, and comes back over reading the specs. ‘‘Well for gaming you want to beat the minimum requirements. This little baby,’’ [sidles me over to a sexy CPU) has 4 GBs of RAM and a quad-core processor so it’ll pretty much run Oblivion without breaking a sweat.‘’
‘‘Awesome,’’ I say. The package comes with a 19’’ widescreen LCD monitor. It’s a beautiful machine. I trust him. I buy it. It’s something like $1000 including the monitor and Office 2007. I turn down the offer to pay $20 for them to install Oblivion for me, because Christ that’s dumb. I sat there for like two hours while they prepared it, quite aware that I was actually more excited about the game than the computer itself.
I plug it in. I load the game. It recommends I set my graphics setting to Low. ‘‘Low? Are you shitting me?’’ No. I just went to the fucking electronics store and basically asked for a computer that fit the specifications of a specific game, and the goddamn computer does not run Oblivion without breaking a sweat. It sweats. It can only run properly on ‘‘Low’’ graphics quality, shadow rendering off, water reflections off. I JUST WANT TO FUCKING PLAY OBLIVION, OK? I BOUGHT THE FUCKING COMPUTER SPECIFICALLY TO PLAY THIS GAME!
Fortunately, I’ve got an uncle with a graduate degree in computer engineering who also happens to be a hard-core gamer. ‘‘Hello, Uncle. Um, you remember your niece, olivesmarch4th? Right, the neurotic one. I hope all is well with you. Um, now that I have you on the phone…’’*
(*I jest. He’s 28 and we’re good friends who hang out a lot.)
‘‘Do I know Oblivion?’’ He cannot conceal the hurt in his voice. ‘‘I own it!’’
He pulls out the box. I read him my specs. ‘‘Okay,’’ he says. ‘‘You have a great processor and plenty of memory… you actually got a pretty good deal… but the most important thing is the graphics card. You’ve got an NVIDIA 6100 series which is pretty much shit.’’ He tells me buying a gaming CPU from Mainstream Electronics Stores will result in paying too much. Much cheaper to just buy my own graphics card and install it into an otherwise nice machine.
So I just bought a ridiculously high-end graphics card to install myself, and it’ll be here Monday. The picture makes it look like some kind of Borg accessory, so I believe I may have a future of cursing and throwing shit before I get my way. I am optimistic that eventually I’ll succeed in creating the perfect machine for a good price. My uncle has described this card as ‘‘excessive’’ even for him, but he confirms that it will absolutely blow my mind. It was a lot of money. But I don’t fucking care. I want pants-shitting graphics and as I made it perfectly clear to the dude at the electronics store, I am willing to spend what it takes because the whole point of buying this computer was so I can play games on it, and have them look like fucking masterpieces, and would it fucking kill people at the fucking store to actually know something about the products they are selling? Would it, really?
Next time I’ll save myself the trouble and just call my uncle.
Caveat Emptor, people. That’s Latin for don’t trust the fucking Geek Squad. Fool me seven times, shame on you. Fool me eight or more times…