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mamajoanI was computerless all weekend, which of course SUCKED. A while ago when my puter was having Issues(tm), the Lady Lauriel(tm) told me that it sounded like my Windoze install was frelled up and I should do a clean reinstall -- i.e., delete the entire Windows directory and reinstall afresh. So Friday night I took a deep breath and did just that.
And now it won't boot at all. It keeps wanting to detect my new hardware, but then when it starts doing that, it goes into BSOD. And if I try to reinstall Windows again? More BSOD. Wah! Now Laura says it's probably the hard drive and I should just buy myself a new computer.
I *can* read email on my Mac, but it's sooooo slooooooow. 120mHz was fast when we bought the machine, you know. *groan*
Yet I'm a Mac person at heart. So to spend a whole bunch of money on a new Windoze machine rankles. But if I bought a new puter I wouldn't have MS Word! (Because I'm too cheap to buy it, you see.) I went round and round this in my head, and finally hit on the solution. So first thing this morning I sent away for the G3 upgrade card. That'll take my beloved little Mac (formerly my mom's beloved little Mac) all the way up to 500mHz, and since it already has Word on it -- and allegedly, installing the upgrade card doesn't disturb anything -- I'll be able to go back to using the Mac as my primary computer. Then I can decide at more leisure what to do with the damn hard-drive-impaired PC. I may even install Linux on it. Or I may install Linux on the other Mac. Who can say?
Anyway, since I couldn't post all weekend, I'll just sum it up now. On Saturday I slept late which was lovely, and then eventually I went over to Jessie's place to help her paint. But she seemed to be having some sort of existential crisis, so instead she was all, "Let's make brownies," and I was, of course, all "Way, let's do that," so we made brownies. Although she was a killjoy and wouldn't let me put cinnamon OR cloves in. But they were good anyway. So then we had to eat brownies (woe!), and eventually we did in fact paint. Well, we primed, but that counts. Meanwhile her hubby was in the basement doing mysterious things that went bang, and eventually we all went out for Indian, and then they made me take brownies home. Oh, the humanity.
Sunday, I finally slogged my way through the rest of Perdido Street Station. I enjoyed it a lot, in a sick horrible Stephen-King-like way. The ending was particularly depressing. Then I got started on American Gods, which so far is nowhere near as depressing. I also went shopping and bought a whole mess of cleaning stuff (is that a Swiftism?), and then I ... drumroll please ... mopped the kitchen. Yes! I lived in that apartment more than a year without once mopping! Because I didn't, you know, own a mop. Till yesterday. So I mopped, and I scrubbed the tub and marveled at the wonder that is Brillo. Bini was quite traumatized.
I shan't even speak of the Red Sox this weekend. It was painful, yo. Mom and I are going to the game tomorrow night and they had BETTER not lose as pitifully to frellin' Tampa Bay as they did to the Yankees this past weekend. 'Cause ouch, dude.
And now it won't boot at all. It keeps wanting to detect my new hardware, but then when it starts doing that, it goes into BSOD. And if I try to reinstall Windows again? More BSOD. Wah! Now Laura says it's probably the hard drive and I should just buy myself a new computer.
I *can* read email on my Mac, but it's sooooo slooooooow. 120mHz was fast when we bought the machine, you know. *groan*
Yet I'm a Mac person at heart. So to spend a whole bunch of money on a new Windoze machine rankles. But if I bought a new puter I wouldn't have MS Word! (Because I'm too cheap to buy it, you see.) I went round and round this in my head, and finally hit on the solution. So first thing this morning I sent away for the G3 upgrade card. That'll take my beloved little Mac (formerly my mom's beloved little Mac) all the way up to 500mHz, and since it already has Word on it -- and allegedly, installing the upgrade card doesn't disturb anything -- I'll be able to go back to using the Mac as my primary computer. Then I can decide at more leisure what to do with the damn hard-drive-impaired PC. I may even install Linux on it. Or I may install Linux on the other Mac. Who can say?
Anyway, since I couldn't post all weekend, I'll just sum it up now. On Saturday I slept late which was lovely, and then eventually I went over to Jessie's place to help her paint. But she seemed to be having some sort of existential crisis, so instead she was all, "Let's make brownies," and I was, of course, all "Way, let's do that," so we made brownies. Although she was a killjoy and wouldn't let me put cinnamon OR cloves in. But they were good anyway. So then we had to eat brownies (woe!), and eventually we did in fact paint. Well, we primed, but that counts. Meanwhile her hubby was in the basement doing mysterious things that went bang, and eventually we all went out for Indian, and then they made me take brownies home. Oh, the humanity.
Sunday, I finally slogged my way through the rest of Perdido Street Station. I enjoyed it a lot, in a sick horrible Stephen-King-like way. The ending was particularly depressing. Then I got started on American Gods, which so far is nowhere near as depressing. I also went shopping and bought a whole mess of cleaning stuff (is that a Swiftism?), and then I ... drumroll please ... mopped the kitchen. Yes! I lived in that apartment more than a year without once mopping! Because I didn't, you know, own a mop. Till yesterday. So I mopped, and I scrubbed the tub and marveled at the wonder that is Brillo. Bini was quite traumatized.
I shan't even speak of the Red Sox this weekend. It was painful, yo. Mom and I are going to the game tomorrow night and they had BETTER not lose as pitifully to frellin' Tampa Bay as they did to the Yankees this past weekend. 'Cause ouch, dude.
