What do I want to say? umm

A number of possible entry titles have gone through my head for This particular entry, and I will tell you why.

For my last entry,

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I wrote, "One Word"

"Onwards".

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Brave talk for a little cat, eh?

Like a little sugar on that to make it easier to choke down, Cat?

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I write that because I went to Windows Update shortly after that and downloaded a new update to my video card and restarted the computer, and,

It did not restart, ever again.

(well, since I am using it right now, it did restart)

Not as dramatic this time around. I notice. The other night, when I realised the computer was fucked and wasn’t going to start up, I am really kind of surprised by how un-dramatic it was. Of course, I immediately assumed everything was fucked – it wasn’t at first clear whether it was a hardware issue or a software fault. XP as an operating system is ten years old now ( and over 209 updates so far and more to come – but I hadda write about it ) and this computer is from, umm, 05, I think, but early in the year. Most of it’s parts are ancient by electronic standards, so there was a decent chance something had finally failed.

Bad timing and all that – no money except to pay the bills and not even all of those – the loss of the computer stunned me into silent appraisal of life without the computer or the net, a shocking admission of how many things you need to or can do online.

A real "Come to Jesus" moment.

I am pretty computer savvy, at least with my own stuff, and if I couldn’t get the computer to restart, no one could and that was it for that hard drive as configured.

Back in March, my friend came from Japan and bought me this 2Tb hard drive – 2,000 gigs of space, so of course backups are easy and easily done and once I had decided that there was no other course than to erase this drive and start from zero, it was only a matter of running the Restore CDs and of downloading 209 updates (so far).

What made the reformat easier this time was that I was, and am, using Google’ s Chrome web browser, and all of "my" browser is stored online, "in the cloud", and so restoring that and all of it’s associated bookmarks and extensions and what not was just a matter of signing into my gMail account.

On my face book page, I predicted much wailing and gnashing of teeth after Tuesday, and indeed there was, here.  I felt a lot of appreciation for my car – I hadda get out and away from the failure of my computer, it was too personal – and my car worked fine, just like it should and no nasty surprises.

(sobby "I luv my car!")

Anyway, I used the time to rearrange my living room area, the first time in over a dozen years it’s changed – it’s completely different.  The sound of the TV comes from somewhere else, even though it’s only a few feet difference, it sounds different.

I haven’t gotten the typeface set right, which is why this entry is in larger (It looks like to me) typeface than usual.  Babble….

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Anyway, I’m back.

on the OD calendar it was less than 24 hours.  Huh.  It seemed like days

All that compressed into a day’s time.

Time is, I guess, subjective.

 

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