*sigh*
So, it's 4 am. So much for my plans of going to bed early-ish, or, failing that, to write.
Because my computer? Needs to be drop kicked out a fucking window, asap. Firefox crashed on me, twice. Then, as Chris was going to bed, he walks by the computer room and calls to me, "Honey? Is your computer *supposed* to be rebooting?" (I had been knitting on the couch, watching 20/20 at the time.) Yeah. Whole goddamn computer went down. And it took until 3:30 for it to get back to a place where I could use it.
Lost all my fic-research that I had done today, too. That's what really pisses me off. Thank God I only lost about a paragraph of the fic itself, because I had been writing, saved, did research, wrote a bit using it, then decided I needed a break to have cereal and watch my show.
Chris thinks he might save up cash and see if he can afford to buy me a new computer for my birthday. He's also offered to dig me up an 80 GB hard drive to transfer my stuff onto and reinstall this motherfucker from scratch. I dunno. I love my computer, in a way. I have all this stuff saved onto it, I have my files laid out in a way that makes sense to me, even if I have layers of directories... it's *mine* and thus I love it. But goddamn if it doesn't piss me off like nothing else.
And if I get a new computer? We could well be talking a Mac.
I was raised to believe that Macs were tools of the Devil. We had one at my PGL class, and it was nifty for making your own Christmas cards... but other than that, I found it useless (and gimme a break on this too - we're talking circa 1989 here). I *actually* preferred my regular school's craptastic ancient Unisys Icons. With the crappy trackball and 5.25 floppies (yes, still circa 1989... my school was tiny and thus not really funded for computers. When I first saw a computer with a mouse, I was all, WTF is this shit? And? It was 1992.)
But I digress. I'm not a hardcore PC gamer - I only use this for the Sims, Mall Tycoon, the Game of Life and various solitaires unless I'm playing via a website - as I have *never* mastered the controls. If I wanna play things like Max Payne I get out Resident Evil on the Playstation. I pretty much use my computer for writing and web browsing and messing with my digital pictures (which I need to go through so I can print some). And watching fanvids and listening to fanmixes. I don't even usually watch stuff on here unless no one I know recorded something I missed and can only get via torrent or d/l community. Would switching to a Mac be bad? Chris swears not and his only hesitation in telling me to do it is that he can troubleshoot PCs like no one's business, but he doesn't really know Macs. So I'd be on my own with it. Which is scary, as we didn't really have a computer in the house until 2002 for me to use on a regular basis (before that it was all school and internet cafes) and by that time my brother was 17 and the computer was technically his anyways. So he did any and all maintenance on it... and here, Chris is the computer-savvy one... so I've never really had to do any of my own troubleshooting. Beyond the basics, anyhow. Mac = new system = scary. Plus, it goes against my ingrained beliefs in what a computer should be - i.e. *not* a Mac. *sigh*
And now it's 4:30 AM and I'm all rambling and shit. And I have the 8:30 to 6 shift at work tomorrow. So I should get a move on with the getting to bed thing. Oy.
Because my computer? Needs to be drop kicked out a fucking window, asap. Firefox crashed on me, twice. Then, as Chris was going to bed, he walks by the computer room and calls to me, "Honey? Is your computer *supposed* to be rebooting?" (I had been knitting on the couch, watching 20/20 at the time.) Yeah. Whole goddamn computer went down. And it took until 3:30 for it to get back to a place where I could use it.
Lost all my fic-research that I had done today, too. That's what really pisses me off. Thank God I only lost about a paragraph of the fic itself, because I had been writing, saved, did research, wrote a bit using it, then decided I needed a break to have cereal and watch my show.
Chris thinks he might save up cash and see if he can afford to buy me a new computer for my birthday. He's also offered to dig me up an 80 GB hard drive to transfer my stuff onto and reinstall this motherfucker from scratch. I dunno. I love my computer, in a way. I have all this stuff saved onto it, I have my files laid out in a way that makes sense to me, even if I have layers of directories... it's *mine* and thus I love it. But goddamn if it doesn't piss me off like nothing else.
And if I get a new computer? We could well be talking a Mac.
I was raised to believe that Macs were tools of the Devil. We had one at my PGL class, and it was nifty for making your own Christmas cards... but other than that, I found it useless (and gimme a break on this too - we're talking circa 1989 here). I *actually* preferred my regular school's craptastic ancient Unisys Icons. With the crappy trackball and 5.25 floppies (yes, still circa 1989... my school was tiny and thus not really funded for computers. When I first saw a computer with a mouse, I was all, WTF is this shit? And? It was 1992.)
But I digress. I'm not a hardcore PC gamer - I only use this for the Sims, Mall Tycoon, the Game of Life and various solitaires unless I'm playing via a website - as I have *never* mastered the controls. If I wanna play things like Max Payne I get out Resident Evil on the Playstation. I pretty much use my computer for writing and web browsing and messing with my digital pictures (which I need to go through so I can print some). And watching fanvids and listening to fanmixes. I don't even usually watch stuff on here unless no one I know recorded something I missed and can only get via torrent or d/l community. Would switching to a Mac be bad? Chris swears not and his only hesitation in telling me to do it is that he can troubleshoot PCs like no one's business, but he doesn't really know Macs. So I'd be on my own with it. Which is scary, as we didn't really have a computer in the house until 2002 for me to use on a regular basis (before that it was all school and internet cafes) and by that time my brother was 17 and the computer was technically his anyways. So he did any and all maintenance on it... and here, Chris is the computer-savvy one... so I've never really had to do any of my own troubleshooting. Beyond the basics, anyhow. Mac = new system = scary. Plus, it goes against my ingrained beliefs in what a computer should be - i.e. *not* a Mac. *sigh*
And now it's 4:30 AM and I'm all rambling and shit. And I have the 8:30 to 6 shift at work tomorrow. So I should get a move on with the getting to bed thing. Oy.