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captainsblogWell, there you go again:P
Yup, I'm back on the XP beastie while my original guru dissects the innards of my laptop, which, despite my best effort not to "pick at it" by opening Outlook, finally knocked me over the brink today when I tried syncing my phone with iTunes. That opens Contacts and Calendar, which somehow jiggles the handle of the Outlook proggie, which hung it up, again and again, even with instructions to iTunes NOT to sync Contacts and Calendar, and finally, enough was enough.
A few hours later, instead of Vinny's usual Franken-lab, I was at my guru's personal ashram about a mile to the east. He'd been in there for three days, losing most of his lunch and every other attempted meal, and I was his first human contact other than his GF/office manager/personal savioress since the night of the Super Bowl. Best of all, Vinny was bored, and this gave him the dreaded Something to Do. Within minutes, he had a H8kr-looking CD in my drive, running diagnostics which made it look like it was something Baddd. Could be an Outlook-targeting virus; could be just basic incompatibility between this ancient email client and the rest of the system; or it could be a bad new hard disk, potentially rendering everything Guru M. (and I) did four weekends ago totally irrelevant.
I will likely have to go back tomorrow to deliver the disk that was removed from the puter last time, and that, in turn, will probably mean an overnight if, as likely, it will not be ready until early Friday. Meanwhile, most of the Good Stuff has already been moved onto this old beast, which is being amazingly good about the load it's suddenly being asked to handle.
Best line of the day: while Vinny and GF were at home, one of their geeks was left in charge of the actual shop. He needed to call there for some info on the initial diagnosis, and nobody answered. "Oh, that's just how X is," he said; "he's brilliant, but he didn't do so well in debate club."
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All of this left me barely enough time to get to one hastily scheduled (but much needed) second appointment on the west side of Rochester, meaning I never got to the hospital to see Annette, but they were, and are, in thought and prayer throughout. With maybe 20 minutes to kill, I stopped at a local library with nothing I could check out and, duh, no computer to work on. I settled for some brief browsing, ultimately realizing I was staring right into the YA collection in this small Greece Town branch. Bunches of Twilight Saga tomes: check. Sister Souljah: check. Judy Bloom and that lot: most likely. Yet redeeming it all was seeing a familiar font and a thick set of spines belonging to none other than Jonathan Stroud and his Bartimaeus bookery. That brought a happy smile to what could, easily, have been written off for a dead day.
Yup, I'm back on the XP beastie while my original guru dissects the innards of my laptop, which, despite my best effort not to "pick at it" by opening Outlook, finally knocked me over the brink today when I tried syncing my phone with iTunes. That opens Contacts and Calendar, which somehow jiggles the handle of the Outlook proggie, which hung it up, again and again, even with instructions to iTunes NOT to sync Contacts and Calendar, and finally, enough was enough.
A few hours later, instead of Vinny's usual Franken-lab, I was at my guru's personal ashram about a mile to the east. He'd been in there for three days, losing most of his lunch and every other attempted meal, and I was his first human contact other than his GF/office manager/personal savioress since the night of the Super Bowl. Best of all, Vinny was bored, and this gave him the dreaded Something to Do. Within minutes, he had a H8kr-looking CD in my drive, running diagnostics which made it look like it was something Baddd. Could be an Outlook-targeting virus; could be just basic incompatibility between this ancient email client and the rest of the system; or it could be a bad new hard disk, potentially rendering everything Guru M. (and I) did four weekends ago totally irrelevant.
I will likely have to go back tomorrow to deliver the disk that was removed from the puter last time, and that, in turn, will probably mean an overnight if, as likely, it will not be ready until early Friday. Meanwhile, most of the Good Stuff has already been moved onto this old beast, which is being amazingly good about the load it's suddenly being asked to handle.
Best line of the day: while Vinny and GF were at home, one of their geeks was left in charge of the actual shop. He needed to call there for some info on the initial diagnosis, and nobody answered. "Oh, that's just how X is," he said; "he's brilliant, but he didn't do so well in debate club."
----
All of this left me barely enough time to get to one hastily scheduled (but much needed) second appointment on the west side of Rochester, meaning I never got to the hospital to see Annette, but they were, and are, in thought and prayer throughout. With maybe 20 minutes to kill, I stopped at a local library with nothing I could check out and, duh, no computer to work on. I settled for some brief browsing, ultimately realizing I was staring right into the YA collection in this small Greece Town branch. Bunches of Twilight Saga tomes: check. Sister Souljah: check. Judy Bloom and that lot: most likely. Yet redeeming it all was seeing a familiar font and a thick set of spines belonging to none other than Jonathan Stroud and his Bartimaeus bookery. That brought a happy smile to what could, easily, have been written off for a dead day.