Showing posts with label sad computer news. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad computer news. Show all posts
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Just Call Me The Computer Killer
My laptop died about a month ago. Since then, I've been borrowing my husband's laptop when possible, or using our old desktop computer. The desktop computer is the one with the photo editing software, Microsoft Office, all the stuff I need when I'm not just surfing the web.
And now, the desktop seems to be going through an existential crisis. It locks up. It freezes at unpredictable moments. It no longer speaks to the printer. I've tried to clean up the hard drive by deleting some old programs (Office 2000, Office 2003, etc, etc -- told you it was an older computer!), but it stalls mid-deletion. It's acting like a combination of moody adolescent teenager and stereotypical opera herione who's singing at the top of her lungs while dying from consumption.. No rhyme, no reason, no reliability.
Believe me, I'd rather be posting pictures of some of the goodies I've been making recently. This is a beading blog, after all. I have lots of pictures to share, but every time I approach the computer to get them ready to post, the computer decides it's time to freak out. I swear, it laughs derisively at me.
So friends, consider this a public service announcement. Do not, under any circumstances, allow me near your computer. Apparently I am the virus that will kill it.
Dammit.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
A Visit to the Spa
Sadly, not for me, but for my laptop, which decided last night to cascade a series of ominous warning screens before going to the dreaded Black Screen of Death.
So the computer's headed over to the spa (aka the tech repair place) for a few days of recuperation. Keep your fingers crossed for me that they can salvage some of the data on the hard drive, or it's going to be very hard for me to keep up my veneer of Southern propriety.
I may rip straight into my "Bless her heart, she curses like a sailor!" persona. It ain't pretty, folks. Cover your ears and shield the young 'uns...
So the computer's headed over to the spa (aka the tech repair place) for a few days of recuperation. Keep your fingers crossed for me that they can salvage some of the data on the hard drive, or it's going to be very hard for me to keep up my veneer of Southern propriety.
I may rip straight into my "Bless her heart, she curses like a sailor!" persona. It ain't pretty, folks. Cover your ears and shield the young 'uns...
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