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captainsblogRay's House of Geek Squad is in full swing this morning, so church fell by the wayside real quick. As I've done occasionally, I've instead had my old church's online broadcast on for the 11:00 hour. They might actually sneak the entire service over the air this time; the host station drops the hammer on them at 12:00:00 whether the sermon's finished or not.
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The geeky part? Emily's computer did some serious bed-shitting last night. She came to me around 9, to announce that one of her newly-drawn artworks wouldn't save. That problem turned out to be consistent with her having only a few megs of remaining hard disk space left, all that remained next to the tons of uncleared caches left from websurfing and from lots of photoshopping. So I started a disk cleanup utility going on her puter and went back to my own evening time-wasting with the Sabres (more about that clusterpuck in a moment).
An hour or so later, she came back to me with even worse news: that she'd managed to power-off the unit during the deletion process, which wound up eating one of her essential Windows files. The pooty, she no booty. The CD drive wouldn't read the setup disk (which, amazingly, we found). It did read a "system recovery disk," but to Microsoft, "system recovery" means "erase your whole fucking hard drive." While I was doing all this well into the night, the kid was out in the living room, watching and giggling along with Saturday Night Live. That, more than the actual problems, pissed me off sufficiently to bitch at her, and words were exchanged.
By this morning, we were both more rested and a bit contrite, and I got back to the task. I found some onto-floppy downloads in the Microsoft Knowledge Base (an oxymoron if there ever was one), and after an hour of formatting and restoring, her puter, and all her data, is back in da house. Now it's running all the cleanup utilities again; my own puter has been fully backed up (through Nero, the onboard XP utility being utterly useless), and the disks from my last backup are being erased on two computers in preparation for doing a full backup on both hers and Eleanor's, as well.
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It's 11:59, and there goes the broadcast.
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And then there was hockey. Eventually.
My scores-and-standings site said the game was on Versus, so I tuned it in at 7:30 and.... nothing. Black screen of death.
I checked first- and second-periodically, and no improvement. Being busy with computer disasters anyway, I didn't especially care. Finally, the goal light went on, right around the time the Sabres tied the score in the third: duh, could it be on MSG and blacked out on VS?
It could indeed. So I got to watch Satan's Oscar-winning performance of Boo hoo, Max hooked me!, giving the Fishsticks a free power play and, within seconds, a go-ahead goal. Moments later, a Sabre practically got buried three feet into the Islander-end ice, but nobody called that. I guess we're so good, we have to play 10-on-6 just to make it fair.
The technical hockey term for this, I think, is "wake up call." Now would you like to learn some more about the blue lines?
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The geeky part? Emily's computer did some serious bed-shitting last night. She came to me around 9, to announce that one of her newly-drawn artworks wouldn't save. That problem turned out to be consistent with her having only a few megs of remaining hard disk space left, all that remained next to the tons of uncleared caches left from websurfing and from lots of photoshopping. So I started a disk cleanup utility going on her puter and went back to my own evening time-wasting with the Sabres (more about that clusterpuck in a moment).
An hour or so later, she came back to me with even worse news: that she'd managed to power-off the unit during the deletion process, which wound up eating one of her essential Windows files. The pooty, she no booty. The CD drive wouldn't read the setup disk (which, amazingly, we found). It did read a "system recovery disk," but to Microsoft, "system recovery" means "erase your whole fucking hard drive." While I was doing all this well into the night, the kid was out in the living room, watching and giggling along with Saturday Night Live. That, more than the actual problems, pissed me off sufficiently to bitch at her, and words were exchanged.
By this morning, we were both more rested and a bit contrite, and I got back to the task. I found some onto-floppy downloads in the Microsoft Knowledge Base (an oxymoron if there ever was one), and after an hour of formatting and restoring, her puter, and all her data, is back in da house. Now it's running all the cleanup utilities again; my own puter has been fully backed up (through Nero, the onboard XP utility being utterly useless), and the disks from my last backup are being erased on two computers in preparation for doing a full backup on both hers and Eleanor's, as well.
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It's 11:59, and there goes the broadcast.
----
And then there was hockey. Eventually.
My scores-and-standings site said the game was on Versus, so I tuned it in at 7:30 and.... nothing. Black screen of death.
I checked first- and second-periodically, and no improvement. Being busy with computer disasters anyway, I didn't especially care. Finally, the goal light went on, right around the time the Sabres tied the score in the third: duh, could it be on MSG and blacked out on VS?
It could indeed. So I got to watch Satan's Oscar-winning performance of Boo hoo, Max hooked me!, giving the Fishsticks a free power play and, within seconds, a go-ahead goal. Moments later, a Sabre practically got buried three feet into the Islander-end ice, but nobody called that. I guess we're so good, we have to play 10-on-6 just to make it fair.
The technical hockey term for this, I think, is "wake up call." Now would you like to learn some more about the blue lines?
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Date: 2007-04-16 07:58 am (UTC)