When the terminal
Seems to be too aptly named
The writer cowers.
Pleas for instant salvation
Whimper across the ether…
It has been going on for ages. The PC in fact, has never been quite right and I have got used to saving ridiculously often to try and circumvent the loss of work when the thing crashes… which it does with a persistence I can only admire. I wouldn’t mind, but it is an all singing, all dancing, fast machine at heart. It just appears to have a twisted sense of humour.
And now it is playing up again. The browsers don’t want to know, in spite of being deleted and reinstalled; the flash player ditto… except I’ve reinstalled that several times. I’ve checked just about everything, deleted and reinstated permissions, turned off anything that can be dispensed with… can I work with images or video? No.
And what am I working with at present? Yes, of course… I would be, wouldn’t I?
I do have a beautiful, shiny laptop as backup thank the gods, but it doesn’t have the files I need… lots of them that will take hours to transfer… or the programmes, and the wifi is temperamental here*. Nor can I sit at a laptop all day in the way I can sit at a keyboard. Possibly something to do with the ergonomics of being a hobbit, but I can’t get a comfortable working position. I have to swing my legs on a dining chair…
And don’t think a cushion will do it… I already have to sit on one of those. This is the woman who had to have a false floor put in the Mini so she could reach the pedals, remember?
Oh, you didn’t know that? Well yes, I have small feet… and I am that
short vertically challenged.
The silliest thing is, of course, that it has done exactly this before. I spent weeks fiddling around with it, trying everything, trawling through support forums and the like. In the end it was a simple fix… something utterly straightforward.
I even bookmarked the bit of helpful information that would allow me to sort it out next time it happened. How’s that for organisation? I was quite proud of myself!
Of course, the bookmarks went with the last copy of the browser… and the synch facility that is supposed to preserve such things has also decided to go on strike….
Can I remember what it was?
That’s about as likely as a grizzly bear having wings.
Did I remember to make a note somewhere else?
I might have done… but I’ll be damned if I can find it…
This morning I determined to get the thing sorted.
Multiple cups of coffee and a whole packet of ginger biscuits later I am no closer to finding any solution that doesn’t involve sledgehammers.
Or tearing my hair out.
Perhaps I need chocolate…
*AND it is Windows 8…’nuff said.