As I said, a few days ago, I experienced an unscheduled outage in my computer time.
Put simply, Windows Vista fell over and died. The laptop was thus brain-dead. But no worries, because Vista's got built-in repair tools, and, failing that, if all the hammering and sawing and welding are to no avail, then I can use the built in "Restore to last known good configuration"
Nope. "Can not restore...." Then we go to "Select an earlier restore point"
Nope.
Then we use the fancy drive image backup my brother in law advised me to get.
"File corrupted".
So, dammit. I went to my original rescue discs and restored the thing to the state it was in three years ago. I've lost little or no data, all my documents and pics and so on get backed up elsewhere. Just not the operating system, the bookmarks and links and so on.
In the meantime I've been decluttering my clutterer home, and I dredged up the ancient laptop and its power supply. "I wonder?", I mused. Plugged it in, and accessed the interweb via firefox 3. A retro experience indeed. All the old bookmarks... I try them, and most of the places they pointed to are long gone.
If I unplug the power lead, it's like I've squeezed off the oxygen, the laptop staggers, coughs... I plug it back in, hey, it's a zombie. It's the undead, the undying.
Of course, plugging it into the interweb is the wrong thing to do. All the old programs, unused for years, start groaning "Braaaaains!, Braaains", and are trying to suck in as many updates as they can get their hungry gums around. I'm killing processes as I go, printer drivers for long dead printers... Eventually we hit an impasse. I'm trying to write a blog post and the error messages start.
Poor little thing, its brain's full. Can you believe, a laptop with a six gigabyte hard drive?
My phone's got more storage than that. I'll bet the toaster does too.
So I gave up, took the shiny laptop to the computer gurus who rent space from us at work. They ran diagnostics prior to the planned windows 7 install, and lo and behold, they found it wasn't windows' fault, but rather a failing memory chip. Cybernetic Spongiform Encephalitis.
So a quick lobotomy, followed by a prosthetic memory, a new shiny operating system, and a brave new world.
I'm back!
Yaaaaaaaay!
I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
glad you're back !
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Hiya Soub! Say, I don't know the exact date but I understand it is near your birthday today. So Happy Near-birthday! Hope all is well!
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Welcome back!!
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ReplyDeleteRDG: You know I wasn't really gone.XXXX!
ReplyDeleteDave: Hey! Thank you, marathon-man! 14th. Put it in your diary. You're the only guy ever to take the time to explain to me the inner workings of isostatic sintering. I think all that stuff's really neat, but nobody else wants to know.. I did manage once to tell my pal Crabbie all about it, but only because he was too drunk to escape.
Actually, I think the Red Dirt Mule would let me tell her about it. Maybe. She likes steam engines.
gz: I was only away for a couple or three of days, but it felt like forever. I might need aversion therapy to the keyboard. I gripe about kids with jangly earbuds, but there I was, all antsy without my laptop.
Adullamite: That's the spirit. Now I can log in and read about pesky crows. You ever read "The Crow Road", by Iain Banks?
Great opening line, "It was the day my grandmother exploded. I sat in the crematorium, listening to my Uncle Hamish quietly snoring in harmony to Bach's Mass in B Minor, and I reflected that it always seemed to be death that drew me back to Gallanach."
Excellent book.
I'm so glad you didn't have to end up buying a M-M-M-M.
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