Spent the morning reorganising my Hugh files so I can at least try and keep a better grip on what I've already got. It's getting to the point where I download things going "ooooh, not seen that!" then promptly discover that I've had it all along, I just didn't remember. So I've been making my poor puter very unhappy by creating a few dozen new subfolders and moving everythign around.
I'll have to burn some new backup disks at some point I guess, cause right now I can't back up to the server. I don't think JR's got it networked to the router yet.
So anyway, with all those new subfolders to think about (it doesn't like them very much) my poor puter has slowed to a crawl if I want to try and navigate my documents, and will stay at that snail's pace until I reboot.
Temperamental machine...
Heeeeee! Charlie just sent me some Spam to pass onto my bro... Meet a Russian mail-order bride online.
It's my mum's idea. She thinks he'd stand more chance of finding the kind of wife he says he's after. Plus he really likes that Russian physique. He's not a man for the bony women, is my brother... definitely not.
I'll have to burn some new backup disks at some point I guess, cause right now I can't back up to the server. I don't think JR's got it networked to the router yet.
So anyway, with all those new subfolders to think about (it doesn't like them very much) my poor puter has slowed to a crawl if I want to try and navigate my documents, and will stay at that snail's pace until I reboot.
Temperamental machine...
Heeeeee! Charlie just sent me some Spam to pass onto my bro... Meet a Russian mail-order bride online.
It's my mum's idea. She thinks he'd stand more chance of finding the kind of wife he says he's after. Plus he really likes that Russian physique. He's not a man for the bony women, is my brother... definitely not.