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The writing computer staggers along, but I have scant hope for its recovery. I file searched for any files that had been accessed or modified within the last month. There was a modified system configuration file, but I might have done that with my BIOS intrusions, and I'm very reluctant to muck about in my computer's brain.
When this faithful companion of mine falls, I'd like to get a laptop. I had one from 1996-'99, and I loved it. Does anyone have any suggestions for the sturdiest brand? I've heard that Macs are more stable, but I've also heard that their failures are more catastrophic. I need stability, durability, Internet and word processing. Maybe a DVD drive. That's it. Any anecdotes from the laptop owners out there?
My Brassfic proceeds, albeit slowly, and since I'm not sure what ails my computer, I'm leery of saving it to another computer, lest the malaise spread. It may be that the Brassfic will be the last to be written from this keyboard, and that makes me sad. This computer has been a tough old nut and has seen me through forty stories and 1.2 million fic words. It's been my partner, and it feels treacherous to chuck it aside after so long, a mere minion that has outlived its utility.
And yes, I get attached to most of the possessions that have allowed me to find my hard-scrabble place in human discourse. The changing of wheelchairs actually has a brief grieving process where I feel disembodied. Sue me.
I'm going to fic and watch NYPD Blue S1. It's been sitting in my DVD pile for years, and I finally decided that I had to watch it right now.
For the record, David Caruso sucked then, too, Horatio Caine with a different name.
When this faithful companion of mine falls, I'd like to get a laptop. I had one from 1996-'99, and I loved it. Does anyone have any suggestions for the sturdiest brand? I've heard that Macs are more stable, but I've also heard that their failures are more catastrophic. I need stability, durability, Internet and word processing. Maybe a DVD drive. That's it. Any anecdotes from the laptop owners out there?
My Brassfic proceeds, albeit slowly, and since I'm not sure what ails my computer, I'm leery of saving it to another computer, lest the malaise spread. It may be that the Brassfic will be the last to be written from this keyboard, and that makes me sad. This computer has been a tough old nut and has seen me through forty stories and 1.2 million fic words. It's been my partner, and it feels treacherous to chuck it aside after so long, a mere minion that has outlived its utility.
And yes, I get attached to most of the possessions that have allowed me to find my hard-scrabble place in human discourse. The changing of wheelchairs actually has a brief grieving process where I feel disembodied. Sue me.
I'm going to fic and watch NYPD Blue S1. It's been sitting in my DVD pile for years, and I finally decided that I had to watch it right now.
For the record, David Caruso sucked then, too, Horatio Caine with a different name.
