|Black Screen of Death . . . Rise, Dell Lazarus!
||[Oct. 14th, 2004|03:30 am]
At the moment, only one true positive can be grasped by my little noggin, given the previous events.
On Monday morning, I woke from slumber and started my daily routine. I turned on the computer . . . after the familiar Dell BIOS jazz, I received a "read error" with a lot of black screen.
After repeated F2, I realized that my CPU would not jump-start the OS heart.
Given the situation, I called my close friend Brad for advice. When I described the turn of startup events, he responded, "Oh . . . that's not good."
Brad stopped by that evening to take a closer look. He fished out the hard drive from my system, and the next afternoon, he confirmed . . . a full meltdown of my C drive.
On Wednesday, I drove with my tower in tow to Brad's place. He picked up a new hard drive from the store. He plugged the new drive into the tower, and he tested the system. Then, we loaded the new CPU OS and whistles.
On the third day, the CPU rose from the silicon grave.
1. Back shit up . . . proper.
2. I am not addicted to the internet.
My system holds a CD burner. The system is circa 2001 . . . I have an Iomega zip drive. I knew that at least a DVD burner would allow for a quicker backup of my information . . . however, I failed to purchase one because of a tight budget. It wasn't an emergency, at the time. I figured I could wait until enough funds were available for not only the new burner . . . also, maybe I could get a fire-wire card, an external drive, and maybe I could get more memory, this program, something else . . . all at the same time . . .
A toke of the emergency funds shall remedy this error in logic in the short future.
During the full offline, I only checked the internet on another computer on one day. Of that time, I spent maybe 30 minutes on email check and response. Unlike smokes, I experienced no bio-chemical pangs of hunger for plugging into the electronic neighborhood. I played a little Madden, cooked some hot dogs, talked to some folks on the phone, and sat around a bit during the down time.
The one bright spot . . . despite the permanent loss of about 5 years of collected data, including email treasures and about 30 gigs of mp3s and wmas . . . it feels like a clean slate has been wiped into one area of my existence. With a fresh drive and rather current OS, programs, and nothing else, I feel like a virgin . . . touched for the very first time.