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Sep. 29th, 2003 04:12 pmGot my 'shiny new computer' today. Only problem is, they've got that annoying 'wrecked copy of XP Pro with 'recovery disks'' thing going on, and my ever-so-polite attempts to make them tell me what on Earth they thought they were playing at ended up with me finding out that *they* got the computers that way from *their* suppliers, and hence there was exceedingly little anybody could do about it. Does anybody have any advice in the 'what bits to burn onto a CD/RW so that I can *actually* get everything back even from a complete reformat' department?
In other news, I've been caught reading Harry Potter fanfic again. This is not necessarily well-characterised but is a pretty good piece of writing anyway; well, I liked it.
Currently downloading 33.5MB of Windows Update nonsense onto rather-less-shiny-than-should-be computer. It did however go 'ooh, unprotected wireless LAN, want me to join it?' in a very satisfying manner when brought near Yamsyn, though, which was nice of it. (Also tried to install delivery-guy's Bluetooth phone, which was quite funny.)
Technically I was meant to wash my hair tomorrow, which means what I did is start to wash it, realise when I'd just got it all soaked that I was meant to wash it tomorrow, decide to carry on anyhow, *only give it one shampooing*, only realise that when the nice hot water had all gone away, half-heartedly rinse it off, decide I needed to rinse it off better or I'd get dandruff even though the whole operation was pointless now, cry, decide I needed to dry it quickly before people noticed and thought I'd washed it when I *haven't* really, and then comprehensively fail to do so because blow-drying my hair while it's still dripping wet is not only an exercise in complete and utter futility, it tends to soak anything in a 5-ft radius.
I have computer boxes all over my room and all over the landing.
But I do have a shiny optical wheely mouse which worked perfectly well on my crumpled matress and my jeans, neither of which are particularly friendly to normal mice, which is good.
This hopeless rambling LJ-post brought to you by Stupid Irrational Stress (it'd be nice if my rational mind and my emotional state weren't *entirely* detached, don't you think?), Slightly Tarnished Computers and the number (for certain, rather vague definitions of 'number') aleph-0.
*takes a bow and falls off the stage*
In other news, I've been caught reading Harry Potter fanfic again. This is not necessarily well-characterised but is a pretty good piece of writing anyway; well, I liked it.
Currently downloading 33.5MB of Windows Update nonsense onto rather-less-shiny-than-should-be computer. It did however go 'ooh, unprotected wireless LAN, want me to join it?' in a very satisfying manner when brought near Yamsyn, though, which was nice of it. (Also tried to install delivery-guy's Bluetooth phone, which was quite funny.)
Technically I was meant to wash my hair tomorrow, which means what I did is start to wash it, realise when I'd just got it all soaked that I was meant to wash it tomorrow, decide to carry on anyhow, *only give it one shampooing*, only realise that when the nice hot water had all gone away, half-heartedly rinse it off, decide I needed to rinse it off better or I'd get dandruff even though the whole operation was pointless now, cry, decide I needed to dry it quickly before people noticed and thought I'd washed it when I *haven't* really, and then comprehensively fail to do so because blow-drying my hair while it's still dripping wet is not only an exercise in complete and utter futility, it tends to soak anything in a 5-ft radius.
I have computer boxes all over my room and all over the landing.
But I do have a shiny optical wheely mouse which worked perfectly well on my crumpled matress and my jeans, neither of which are particularly friendly to normal mice, which is good.
This hopeless rambling LJ-post brought to you by Stupid Irrational Stress (it'd be nice if my rational mind and my emotional state weren't *entirely* detached, don't you think?), Slightly Tarnished Computers and the number (for certain, rather vague definitions of 'number') aleph-0.
*takes a bow and falls off the stage*
