Last week, I tried to get a game running on my computer. Something was weird. I went to Google and found a very specific list of instructions for how to fix it. A few minutes later, I’d solved the problem.

Last week, after a temporary hiccup thanks to a power supply that was dead out of the box, I finished building my first gaming PC. For the past few days I’ve been using it extensively, and as a result, I’ve experienced a number of brand new feelings that I’d like to share.

This will be a short update on my PC building adventures, because there isn’t much left to say, except this: I HAVE CREATED SOMETHING WHERE THERE WAS ONCE NOTHING. WORSHIP ME, PEASANTS.

Last week, I wrote that my PC building adventure would lead to a three-part series on Kotaku, unless something went horribly wrong. Well, my friends, it may not shock you to hear that something went horribly wrong.

I am building a computer. I never thought I’d write those words, as my crafting ability is typically limited to LEGO sets and coffee tables, but peer pressure from Kirk Hamilton and the Kotaku commentariat has convinced me to take on this lofty, ambitious quest.