(Entirely personal rant begins)
I hate breaking promises to myself.
When I started this site, I made what I thought to be a reasonable deal with
Self (of whom I’ve
written before): We’d not be stupid and assume that we could post multiple times daily, or even once a day. A hard minimum of every other day or every three days seemed more likely to be accomplished. After all, this is a one man operation, and life has a million little ways of saying “sorry, Bubba, not right now…”. Self, of course, laughed at me and left the conversation with a shrug and a grumbled “yeah, right - tell me another one”. And like the supposedly “realistic” soul that I am, I sighed at his lack of faith and set about creating my own little soapbox on the ‘net.
Man, I hate it when he’s right. Today I went to check to see if any comments were awaiting moderation, and to my great chagrin I realized that nearly a week had passed since my last posting.
Funny how the most mundane things can strip away your best intentions. Take one migraine headache that lasts nearly three days (most likely induced by a single half glass of white wine - you can tell I’ve never been a candidate to become much of a drinker), add in an evening of house guests, a couple of annoying car problems, the ongoing struggles to get the insurance company to help pay for Katrina repairs, various cat dramas, random family silliness…
…and then this: Okay, if anyone is actually reading this and is one of you really irritatingly savvy tech types, maybe you can drop me a line and tell me what might be happening with this stupid infernal device. First, it was powering up the computer, only to have the fans spin and not a whole lot else. No POST, nuthin’. After a second or third try, the BIOS would do its little POST and booting would proceed as expected. After a couple of days of that, the “second or third try” would turn into the “tenth or fifteenth try”. Still, eventually the POST would occur and then XP would boot right up.
I set to researching the issue on the web, and what seemed to be the most likely scenario appeared to be that the power supply was getting hinky and the problem would most probably go away with a replacement. Fine, dandy. Being way too cheap (which fits nicely with being way too broke), I decided to temporarily overcome my longstanding resistance to forcing my hands into the interior of computer cases and do the deed myself. Carried myself to the local CompUSA, armed with obsessive research, and picked out a nice Antec power supply. While I was at it, RAM was on sale, so I stretched Mr. Mastercard a little further and got a whole bunch of that, figuring that once my booting problem was resolved - which if would certainly be, once the power supply was replaced - that I’d give the evil bastard a treat and arm it with a crapload of more memory.
Self was nearly killing himself, laughing at me.
I’m deeply grateful that the Missus resisted any impulse to videotape what happened next. I don’t want any permanent records. Things went fine, at least as opening the pretty
Lian-Li case was concerned. After that… well, things went south very quickly. I have big hands - long fingers completely unsuited to sticking tiny little friggin’ connectors into nearly inaccessable slots. What was supposed to be a half hour job slowly evolved into a couple of hours, and as my general frustration grew, Self stopped laughing and started taking over. He no longer considered any of this to be amusing, not in the least. Thank goodness that the streets outside were generally empty, because what issued from my mouth over the course of a long afternoon would’ve melted ears and could have easily precipitated frantic 911 calls. Self was very unhappy.
Still, we eventually got the sucker all rewired and screwed down, and after a few minutes to let me gently ease Self back into his cage, I screwed the monitor back in, plugged in the keyboard and mouse, and pushed the power button. Three tries later, the POST finally began. By today, it’s once again taking five or ten tries to make the machine wake up. Self, thankfully, decided to not reenter the fray, and just grumbled “your problem, dufus, not mine,” and went back to whatever he was doing.
So, now I’m faced with having to possibly replace this monster. My motherboard is long out of production, and I’m getting the general impression that the best economy will be to just start fresh with a new machine - except for the drives and cards I can swipe from this fella. Some of my software won’t survive a new installation of XP, since the companies that sold certain programs employed activation schemes to protect their intellectual properties - and are now out of business. No company = no activation = dead software. Lovely.
Okay, so that’s one of my rare (I promise) detours into entirely personal whining and grumbling here. Between bouts of tech depression, I’ve been feverishly collecting more tales of religious insanity, governmental indecencies and general stupidity. Stay tuned.
Note to Self: I promise, we’ll never try this again.
Self: “Yeah… right.“
(Rant ends)