Oh Happy Day!
I am so flipping happy -- I managed to retrieve a post I made from my original forums. So here I post it in fond remembrance....
17 February 2005 - Computers
You know, it's been a rather lousy year in some respects.
It is bad when one's computer's motherboard and memory fry themselves in a Jim Jones celebration one day. And we didn't even have any kool-aid.
And it is bad when one's laptop's hard drive decides to take the slow slide into failure (though, I admit, it is valiantly holding on) and one is never quite sure if the disk they place into its drive will be spit back out as unacceptable.
And then, a little breathing room. New parts finally arrive, and one's computer is rebuilt from the ashes, and all seems well.
And then, a happy day arrives when one finds out that one's significant other has ordered a new drive for the laptop, and there is further rejoicing.
And then, depression sets in. You see, the power supply of the file server decided it was, in fact, a good day to die. Maybe it thought it should follow the crowd. Maybe it felt the weight of its outdated existence. Or maybe it had heard us talking about how we planned to replace it with a newer model, like discarding one's wife for a trophy model. I do not know.
And so, we can no longer log in to the domain as we have been, as it no longer exists in a form we can access. Naturally, we do not keep shelves of spare parts in our closet (unless you count what we have already replaced).
And so, one's machine has been fiddled with such that it now belongs to a workgroup, rather than a domain, which means one had to establish a new identity for that purpose. And of course, that means that one's software has no clue who one is, and all our settings are off in some other folder, and all our bookmarks are over there somewhere, along with a host of other things.
Depression has once again set in.
One can be grateful that for some things it is very easy to adjust until the file server is back on its feet and serving us faithfully and we can go back to logging into the domain like good little computer people.
One, however, does not appreciate the fact that Dreamweaver has forgotten how to log into Grazhir in order to update files. Nor does one appreciate that Outlook is similarly clueless about the location of our existing email and rules and whatnot.
Had one not been in the middle of a thrilling new game (which arrived four days early by all accounts) one might have stopped to consider the ramifications of switching from domain to workgroup and yelled out, "Stop! Let me export settings for god's sake!"
But one was not that swift, being fairly well distracted by the expanding storyline of one's new game.
17 February 2005 - Computers
You know, it's been a rather lousy year in some respects.
It is bad when one's computer's motherboard and memory fry themselves in a Jim Jones celebration one day. And we didn't even have any kool-aid.
And it is bad when one's laptop's hard drive decides to take the slow slide into failure (though, I admit, it is valiantly holding on) and one is never quite sure if the disk they place into its drive will be spit back out as unacceptable.
And then, a little breathing room. New parts finally arrive, and one's computer is rebuilt from the ashes, and all seems well.
And then, a happy day arrives when one finds out that one's significant other has ordered a new drive for the laptop, and there is further rejoicing.
And then, depression sets in. You see, the power supply of the file server decided it was, in fact, a good day to die. Maybe it thought it should follow the crowd. Maybe it felt the weight of its outdated existence. Or maybe it had heard us talking about how we planned to replace it with a newer model, like discarding one's wife for a trophy model. I do not know.
And so, we can no longer log in to the domain as we have been, as it no longer exists in a form we can access. Naturally, we do not keep shelves of spare parts in our closet (unless you count what we have already replaced).
And so, one's machine has been fiddled with such that it now belongs to a workgroup, rather than a domain, which means one had to establish a new identity for that purpose. And of course, that means that one's software has no clue who one is, and all our settings are off in some other folder, and all our bookmarks are over there somewhere, along with a host of other things.
Depression has once again set in.
One can be grateful that for some things it is very easy to adjust until the file server is back on its feet and serving us faithfully and we can go back to logging into the domain like good little computer people.
One, however, does not appreciate the fact that Dreamweaver has forgotten how to log into Grazhir in order to update files. Nor does one appreciate that Outlook is similarly clueless about the location of our existing email and rules and whatnot.
Had one not been in the middle of a thrilling new game (which arrived four days early by all accounts) one might have stopped to consider the ramifications of switching from domain to workgroup and yelled out, "Stop! Let me export settings for god's sake!"
But one was not that swift, being fairly well distracted by the expanding storyline of one's new game.