January 31, 2005

Dead Air

In the middle of the night last night, my home computer died. The sudden prevalence of unusual silence woke me out of a sound sleep; instead of the gentle lull of the hard-drive's white-noise whirrings, I heard my husband coughing in another part of the house, a big truck lumbering down my street, and the dog scratching himself.

I don't know what's wrong with my computer yet - it's a fairly new machine - as I didn't have time to look at it before coming to work this morning, but the symptoms it is exhibiting do not induce optimism in my black little heart. I can't blog regularly from work, as my ouevre is edgy enough to cost me my job, if I were discovered. I'm nervous about even checking my e-mail here.

So - I'm off the air until further notice. I will, of course, be back as soon as possible. Ciao, you freaks. I adore you all.

Posted by Queenie at January 31, 2005 11:09 AM

I feel for ya! I just got finished fixing a friends and it wasn't pretty! Good luck and hurry every chance you get!!!

Posted by: WarWagon at January 31, 2005 02:23 PM

Oh hell naw. We can't have this. You just gonna have to take yo tech savvy behind home tonight and beat that ornery machine into submission!

Posted by: Key at January 31, 2005 02:56 PM

Acidman! Overnight your VP a Dell! Or I won't beat up Chirac for you.

Posted by: Velociman at January 31, 2005 07:53 PM

(It's not an HP is it? Did you purchase it at Best Buy?)

In any case, I hope you're up and running VERY SOON.

Your country needs you.

Posted by: jmflynny at January 31, 2005 08:00 PM

Make sure it's plugged in. Sometimes, cords come unplugged. My son, as a toddler, thought the little red light on the power strip was the cat's ass, and decided to see what it did. He found out it made dad crazy. If that sounds condescending, I apologize, but you'd be suprised at how many times, "dead" things are the result of something so simple like a loose connection, it's amaze you. It amazes me. Many times my loose connection is between the chair and the keyboard. 'Puter's dont require oil, so they dont just usually freeze up and quit on you. I'm sure all this is old hat to you, but I just thought I'd try to walk a 1/2 mile in Mr. Helpful's shoes. I did, and now, my feet stink.

Posted by: RedNeck at January 31, 2005 11:48 PM

I (heart) RedNeck. LMAO!

Posted by: Margi at February 1, 2005 06:51 PM
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