obsessive compulsive... not orange county you dork (I know you watch it!).
I just killed my entire night, because the computer I built in 1998 decided, today, that it did not want to cooperate...
so I nuked its brain... total format - then I dropped windows 2000 on its head...
(this was for two reasons - 1 - ME sucks and 98 is too slow. 2 - XP is not compatible with my financee's and my sister's clie (710) so I need a non XP machine on my network to accomodate them...)
that and I do not have access to another OS... so three reasons hunh?
so here I am popping back and forth between the computer I built last year and the computer I built 5 years ago (see me trying to impress you with the fact that I'm a computer geek and can build stuff that works?) because the ethernet card on the old one doesn't have the drivers for 2000 anywhere on it. I'd usually snag it over the network or from the net, but, since the ethernet card is what links me to both, I was lost...
I had to go old school and use a... [gasp]... floppy disk!!!
as you could imagine, I was amused that I was required to use such an out-dated method of binary storage and transfer, but at the same time I was annoyed because I did not have many floppy disks lying around. (As outdated floppy use is to me, it looks to still be an essential PC component, for without it, one would have trouble setting up a computer...)
so I dl'd the drivers from one computer to the floppy and transferred that to the computer that was access-less (hee hee - I like words that don't really exist really but sound like they should because they should)
and to make a long story short ("Too late!"), I completed the job and I am now entering this entry on the previously net-unaccessable PC...
now what has this to do with O/C?
I will not be defeated by a heap of metal and plastic and electrons... unless it is in the form of something akin to the Terminator or Mecha-Godzilla...
so I looked at my machine and said "Listen Secret Weapon Force PC" - I had put an X-Men Secret Weapon Force sticker on the machine in late 1998 - "You are gonna work tonight so that the technically un-savvy people in this house (i.e. everyone in the house not named 'ryan') will be able to get on with their little chatting and e-mails and what not"
The machine looked balefully at me through its blinking, green lights and said...
"RRRRRRRMRMMMMMRMRMRMMRMMRMRMRMHHHHHHRMRMRHMRHMRHM" - which really is nothing more that the fan from the power source humming at me...
It's a computer - it doesn't "talk"
I didn't build a HAL you know...
so I will now replace the casing of the Mid-tower and screw the little bolts into place so that it looks pretty...
I had to complete this - otherwise I would have felt incomplete...
You should walk away from here with the following...
1. You cannot make a computer connect to the internet by staring at it and doing actions that are repetitions of past failures
2. You can switch the Bios start-up of the PC to also look for a CDROM boot (which is dead useful for loading OS's)
3. If you are a Windows user - there is a Windows version PE which is a file system that allows you to load XP or 2000 via DOS or a boot... (boot as in start-up, not boot as in large shoe)
4. You cannot take a picture of a man with a wooden leg in Oklahoma... you need a camera to take a picture, as wooden legs are quite useless for photography...
5. If you start falling asleep at the wheel while you are driving... pull over, because you might rear-end someone and have to pay a $500 deductible and a ticket and get points on your driving record and then get yelled at by everyone that knows you fall asleep while driving often and how you should have slept more or you should not have tried to drive so far without sleeping etc etc etc
6. It never hurts to ask... if you ask, you are only stupid for a few seconds... if you don't you are stupid for much longer...
7. Fresca has no caffeine or sugar in it... it doesn't do much for you but make you burp while slightly rehydrating you...
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the keys are getting blurred together...
I should go... I hear my bed calling me by name...
gotta get up, gotta get, gotta get away...
