I did the 'restore' thing with my computer this morning. I took it back to the past to a time when my Internet Explorer didn't crash on me every ten minutes and I didn't have the type of deeply intimate relationship I have recently developed with my
virtual memory. It's a little eerie really. All the instructions assured me that anything I've done after the date I took it back to would not be affected by this procedure, but my poor computer is in crisis. It doesn't know which end is up!
I really don't have to go through this trauma. I can go downstairs and use my husband's computer, but I don't want to. I want to use this one. This is my comfort zone. All my
junk surrounds it. All my
favorites are in it, not to mention my addresses, my research links, and the trillion other little nuances that I've taught it this three or four years we've been together.
I'm hopeful that the restoration will buy us a little more time as a couple. I've got about a dozen projects in various stages of development nestled within it that I'd sure like to see through to completion. But, I guess it's time for me to start hinting that it's time for a
new computer
(I didn't want to say that too loud) to friends and family. Maybe if a new one just shows up I won't feel like I'm a betrayer. So, hint, hint, hint. It's just about that time.
1 comment:
You are too funny! I'd been "getting a new computer" for about 2-3 years until my old one just gave up the ghost. First it was not being able to reply to an email - I had to forward it. Then I couldn't access websites. Then I couldn't even get on the net. Next thing I knew, I couldn't even turn it on. Ha! I understand about wanting to work in "YOUR" space. I mean, really? Is that asking too much? I don't think so!
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