Rise of the machines
I’m not quieting. I’m not bowing out. I’m not giving up. I’m not throwing in the towel, or walking away…I’ve just run into a few un-negotiable snags that have forced me to take a step back and push the pause button. If this year has taught me one thing so far, I’d have to say this is it…Computers do not like me...
Already earlier this year, with the aid of my loverly wife, my senior computer contracted itself a nice little virus. It was a pain in the ass bug, but with a little help from lil sis, the problem was quickly alleviated, and life returned to normal. That is until last Monday. As much as that man chest pounding part of me would like to lay blame, the wife is not at fault this time? Hardly. Oh yes, one like myself at this very moment has to wonder if he is not capable of toppling entire empires, when he considers what he managed to accomplish last week. No, the wife had nothing to do with it this time. Nor did anyone else for that matter. I did it all on my own. It was a grand self shafting of un-lubricated epical proportions, and I managed it all on my own…I’m just not sure how.
Just what did the proverbial we accomplish? (Seriously…You can’t make this stuff up. If I wrote this into a work of fiction, no one would buy it). We, that being me. Yes. I. I last Monday (single handedly I might add) not only managed to crash not just one of my computers (nooooo, that would be far to easy), I crashed both of them. That’s right. I crashed both of my computers. And in one single evening, I might add (You gotta give me props for this). I managed the entire task of bringing both of my computers to the binary equivalent of their quivering knees in the span of less than a single hour…I’m not kidding. I crashed them both in less time than it takes Lady Gaga, to floss her teeth. If I hadn’t been here to see it, I probably wouldn’t have believed it myself. But I happened. One right after the other, that quick...
If they weren’t my computers I think I might actually be proud of that fact. But there is that undeniable part about, well. They were mine. And for the past week they have been as cold and quiet as Gary Glitter’s next big come back. I don’t think any of them are coming back. For at least the moment I have a small window of online opportunity by way of this thing the wife calls a “notebook”. Honestly. The notebooks I remember in high school were lot larger then this thing is. Hell, my junk is bigger than this thing is. If properly motivated it would probably do more than this thing would do too. Not one of the afore mentioned do photo editing. I’m taking comfort in the fact the most nearly everything I felt was important was backed upped somewhere, or somehow. Yes, I am a little hick, but I am a paranoid hick. If I can’t recover everything from the puters, I’m not sweating bullets. Not just yet. Most of my more sensitive documents are backed upped in one way or another. I am however, for at least the moment pretty much computer-less, and I intend to break rules. Rather than simply abandoning my 365 project, or attempting to keep track of photo’s while I compile enough “Ka-ching” for a new tower, I’ve instead pressed the pause button. I’m not sure if that falls into the guidelines of a properly formatted 365, but that’s what I’m doing. Honestly…How many folk do you know single handedly managed to crash both of their computers in the time frame of one chilly January hour.
So until the funds are available, the opportunity is there, and the time is right (shouldn’t be long). Take comfort in one thing. If there was such a thing as Terminator’s, or Skynet, or Judgement day…Right now. The luck I’ve had with machines lately (Thelma took a dump at work last week too)…I’d be John Conner’s best friend right now. I break just about every machine I touch.
Until I get upright again. This is Staticbob, signing off.
Rise of the machines
I’m not quieting. I’m not bowing out. I’m not giving up. I’m not throwing in the towel, or walking away…I’ve just run into a few un-negotiable snags that have forced me to take a step back and push the pause button. If this year has taught me one thing so far, I’d have to say this is it…Computers do not like me...
Already earlier this year, with the aid of my loverly wife, my senior computer contracted itself a nice little virus. It was a pain in the ass bug, but with a little help from lil sis, the problem was quickly alleviated, and life returned to normal. That is until last Monday. As much as that man chest pounding part of me would like to lay blame, the wife is not at fault this time? Hardly. Oh yes, one like myself at this very moment has to wonder if he is not capable of toppling entire empires, when he considers what he managed to accomplish last week. No, the wife had nothing to do with it this time. Nor did anyone else for that matter. I did it all on my own. It was a grand self shafting of un-lubricated epical proportions, and I managed it all on my own…I’m just not sure how.
Just what did the proverbial we accomplish? (Seriously…You can’t make this stuff up. If I wrote this into a work of fiction, no one would buy it). We, that being me. Yes. I. I last Monday (single handedly I might add) not only managed to crash not just one of my computers (nooooo, that would be far to easy), I crashed both of them. That’s right. I crashed both of my computers. And in one single evening, I might add (You gotta give me props for this). I managed the entire task of bringing both of my computers to the binary equivalent of their quivering knees in the span of less than a single hour…I’m not kidding. I crashed them both in less time than it takes Lady Gaga, to floss her teeth. If I hadn’t been here to see it, I probably wouldn’t have believed it myself. But I happened. One right after the other, that quick...
If they weren’t my computers I think I might actually be proud of that fact. But there is that undeniable part about, well. They were mine. And for the past week they have been as cold and quiet as Gary Glitter’s next big come back. I don’t think any of them are coming back. For at least the moment I have a small window of online opportunity by way of this thing the wife calls a “notebook”. Honestly. The notebooks I remember in high school were lot larger then this thing is. Hell, my junk is bigger than this thing is. If properly motivated it would probably do more than this thing would do too. Not one of the afore mentioned do photo editing. I’m taking comfort in the fact the most nearly everything I felt was important was backed upped somewhere, or somehow. Yes, I am a little hick, but I am a paranoid hick. If I can’t recover everything from the puters, I’m not sweating bullets. Not just yet. Most of my more sensitive documents are backed upped in one way or another. I am however, for at least the moment pretty much computer-less, and I intend to break rules. Rather than simply abandoning my 365 project, or attempting to keep track of photo’s while I compile enough “Ka-ching” for a new tower, I’ve instead pressed the pause button. I’m not sure if that falls into the guidelines of a properly formatted 365, but that’s what I’m doing. Honestly…How many folk do you know single handedly managed to crash both of their computers in the time frame of one chilly January hour.
So until the funds are available, the opportunity is there, and the time is right (shouldn’t be long). Take comfort in one thing. If there was such a thing as Terminator’s, or Skynet, or Judgement day…Right now. The luck I’ve had with machines lately (Thelma took a dump at work last week too)…I’d be John Conner’s best friend right now. I break just about every machine I touch.
Until I get upright again. This is Staticbob, signing off.