I'm Sorry, The Computer Does Not Like You Molesting Its Functions...
Yesterday was a Malibu Rum Night, which is to say that while drinking was had, it was not exactly a full-blown Rum Night. Sort of like a Rum-Lite Night, or a Caffeine-Free Rum Night. Though tonight I'm sorely tempted to make it a flat out Tequila Night.
You see, yesterday also happened to see my laptop once again decide to fustigate itself (yes, fustigate is an actual word found in your local thesaurus) and now all I see on my screen is the Hazy White Screen Of Death. I took it with me--in its special carry case--for a few errands in the hopes of using it later at a friend's house, and this is how the laptop repays me for the field trip. I haven't been able to write all day, and with not much else to do aside from read and brush Shih-tzu's, I'm starting to get rather twitchy.
The short of it is the wiring connecting hard drive to screen got twisted in wrong ways, and so the proper connection isn't to be found. Like old wires for headphones giving off static in your ears, depending on how you play with them. So while my laptop works fine, I can't see a damned thing I'm doing. Though I'm not too panicky; this has happened before, I regret to say, and last time the screen decided to suddenly work a few days later. Worse comes to worse, I hook up a regular PC monitor to my laptop and use that as my eyes. If my files found exclusively on the laptop are rescued before anything else goes to crap, then I'll be able to find a silver lining in the cloud.
If not...it's probably a good idea to deny ever having known me when I make the evening news (and not necessarily in that good humanitarian-story-of-the-week way).
I love my laptop. I think it makes for a great portable computer. Too bad I can't seem to take it anywhere without something going wrong.
Today's Lesson: Fustigate is my new favourite word of the day!
posted by Phillip at 5:46 PM
