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lady_t_220You know what... I think the CD drive on this computer is on its way out... again...
Put a disk in earlier and it made a deeply frightening noise at me. Not tried it since though It's been getting a little skippy and jumpy for a while now. Thankfully the CD was unharmed. ;)
That'll make... uhh... drive number *counts* four, I think. Yeah, I'm on hard drive number 3 and CD drive number 4, though in all fairness one of those hard drives was already second-hand when I got a hold of it so I've really only killed one of them...
I have no excuse for the sheer number of CD players I get through though. I can only assume it's the curse of almost constant use or something, because lacking a stereo system in my room, all CDs get played on the 'puter.
Though, in the great run of weird, mental fore-warnings, I had a weird dream this morning that involved some evil piece of softwear downloading itself onto my 'puter and installing a crapload of adwear (and some anoying casino type games that involved fruit) that seemed to open every time you hovered the mouse cursor over the icons.
Such dreams (or dreams involving JR formatting my Hard drive while I'm out for the day) almost always come right before some type of computer-related failure. Strange and slightly weird, no?
This is not the first time I've had this dream. The JR/drive formatting one usually comes right before a big-assed hard drive failure, but the adwear one... it's one of those odd recurring and evolving dreams, y'know?
The first time, it totally took over the 'puter and I couldn't get back any of my stuff. Then the time after that I realised it hadn't taken over, it was just a multitude of self-spawning popups... then the time after that I remembered you could kill them all with a ctrl+alt+del and this morning my brain was super smart and remembered you could get rid of the fuckers with the add/remove programs function.
I'm rather proud of my subconscious. Maybe next time around it'll remember that I have that spywear/adwear deleting program kicking around on here too. ;p
Oh crap, I remember what I was going to do... scan in those Hello magazine pictures. Then ponder idly on why one of them looks like Hugh's misbuttoned his shirt...
*looks at Deb*
*Deb whistles innocently*
Put a disk in earlier and it made a deeply frightening noise at me. Not tried it since though It's been getting a little skippy and jumpy for a while now. Thankfully the CD was unharmed. ;)
That'll make... uhh... drive number *counts* four, I think. Yeah, I'm on hard drive number 3 and CD drive number 4, though in all fairness one of those hard drives was already second-hand when I got a hold of it so I've really only killed one of them...
I have no excuse for the sheer number of CD players I get through though. I can only assume it's the curse of almost constant use or something, because lacking a stereo system in my room, all CDs get played on the 'puter.
Though, in the great run of weird, mental fore-warnings, I had a weird dream this morning that involved some evil piece of softwear downloading itself onto my 'puter and installing a crapload of adwear (and some anoying casino type games that involved fruit) that seemed to open every time you hovered the mouse cursor over the icons.
Such dreams (or dreams involving JR formatting my Hard drive while I'm out for the day) almost always come right before some type of computer-related failure. Strange and slightly weird, no?
This is not the first time I've had this dream. The JR/drive formatting one usually comes right before a big-assed hard drive failure, but the adwear one... it's one of those odd recurring and evolving dreams, y'know?
The first time, it totally took over the 'puter and I couldn't get back any of my stuff. Then the time after that I realised it hadn't taken over, it was just a multitude of self-spawning popups... then the time after that I remembered you could kill them all with a ctrl+alt+del and this morning my brain was super smart and remembered you could get rid of the fuckers with the add/remove programs function.
I'm rather proud of my subconscious. Maybe next time around it'll remember that I have that spywear/adwear deleting program kicking around on here too. ;p
Oh crap, I remember what I was going to do... scan in those Hello magazine pictures. Then ponder idly on why one of them looks like Hugh's misbuttoned his shirt...
*looks at Deb*
*Deb whistles innocently*
