As I mentioned previously, I had the unfortunate pleasure of becoming acquainted with the computer now not so affectionately named, “The Computer From Hell”. Yes, I could have said, “No”, to my friends request for help, and enjoyed the rest of my vacation. But that’s not me. Since I work with computers every day, I understand the frustration felt, when things don’t work properly. I just didn’t know how much of a battle I was in for.

When my friend called, she said that she couldn’t connect to the Internet. O.k., usually not a difficult fix, whether it be a hardware or software issue. So I headed over to her house, and started poking around. Modem Driver was working properly, no exclamation point next to the modem listing under System Devices. When I attempted to connect to her Internet Service Provider, came back with a ‘no dial tone’ error. Doing a modem query showed an error.

O.k., looks like the modem went bad. No biggie. I went home, grabbed a modem that I knew worked, and went back. When I swapped the modems, I found that the one that I had brought was the exact same model as the one that I was pulling out. Interesting coincidence. Seated the new modem, fired up the computer, went to connect, and.....nothing. Same error. Uninstalled, and reinstalled the modem driver, thinking that it wasn’t playing well with the new modem, but there was no change.

Well, it looked like the computer was going home with me. Still, I thought that it wouldn’t be too long before I figured out what was causing the issue. In our discussions, I found that the computer was a hand-me-down, so thought that maybe someone had installed the wrong modem driver. I spent time criss-crossing the Internet, finding the proper modem driver for this particular modem, going by the model number of the chipset in the modem. No matter what I did, I was unable to connect to the internet with her computer, even from my house.

However, my progress was about to come to a screeching halt. My fingers clicked before my brain engaged, and I suddenly found myself locked out of her computer. In the words of Scooby-Doo, “Ruh-Roh, Shaggy!” Ahh....the “stare and swear” was now in session! I had no operating system cd’s to work off of, there was no Guest account set up that I could go through, and my friend didn’t know the Administrator password. Things were getting ugly in a hurry.

Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder. It was my Stubborn Gene, asking to come out and play. Needing the help, I let him out, and the tag team match was on. It was Man vs. Machine, and this computer was about to have its circuitry kicked 100 years into the past.

Off I went, scouring computer forums, and Google, looking for ways to get around my dilemma. After several hours, I found what I needed, and burned it to make a bootable cd. That is, when you start up your computer, it will start up off of the cd or dvd, rather than your hard drive. I put the cd in, fired up the computer, saw the cd drive light blink, only to have it start up off of the hard drive. *sigh* Checked what’s called the BIOS settings of the computer, to make sure that it would read off of the cd first, and not the hard drive. That was set correctly.

So, thinking it was a bad cd, I burned another one, inserted, and had the same issue. I now thought that maybe my cd burning software was the issue. Yes, yes, if it’s not one thing, it’s another. Welcome to the world of computers! Found, and downloaded ImgBurn, and made yet another cd. Put it in the cd drive, fired up the computer and.....Bam!...I was in. We were back in the hunt.

One night after bowling, I stopped into Wally World (Wal-Mart), and picked up a new modem. Installed it the next day, and I was able to connect to the Internet. Yay! Success at last. I cleaned up her computer, updated all of her spyware and anti-virus, and figured I was done. Oh, how wrong I would be.

I took it back over to her house, hooked it up, and again, “no dial tone”. Yet it worked fine at my house. It was starting to look like our next problem would be outside the box. I could set up her parent’s computer, and it would connect fine. But connect my friend’s computer, and it refused to play nice. Next thought was maybe the phone line. So I checked the phone lines in the room, even swapping them out in case there was a bad line, cleaned the contacts at the wall plate, as well as the contacts at the junction box outside the house. Still no go. I was running out of options. But I had one more idea. I bought a surge suppressor to replace her power strip, and as soon I next tried to connect, she was good to go. I don’t know why, but it appears that somehow, the power strip was interfering with either the modem, or the computers power supply, since it sat right behind the computer case.

The “stare and swear” had conquered another ill-behaving machine. My friend was happy, and my stubborn gene got to come out, and play rough for awhile. As for me, I learned a great deal, and found a number of utility programs to help me the next time I work on a computer. The experience also taught me that it was time to build a “Crash Kit”. A toolbox filled with tools, software, cables, various media (cd, dvd’s, flash drives) with spyware and anti-virus programs, external hard drives for backing up, or cloning another hard drive, along with other odds and ends. I never thought that I would need such a thing before, but when the computers of friends and family decide to be temperamental, I answer the call. A good challenge keeps the mind and the body young. Mine just happens to be computers.

Computers are great, when they work. But when things decide to quit, or it doesn't want to play well with certain software, that's when things can get frustrating. Now you know why I keep my hair short. Less chance of me ripping it out during a good 'stare and swear' session. *chuckle*

In my last entry, I was fumin', because the radio station that I listened to no longer carried Dr. Demento. I like my two hours of weird and wacky comedy music every week. The Stubborn gene got to come out and play again, but after much searching, I finally found another station that plays it. Even if the radio station is in California, and I'm here in New Hampshire. What's a little time zone difference? Laughter is good for the soul, and I'll take it where I can get it. The more, the merrier!

Until next time.

Yes, 30 day wonder. As in, I wonder what happened to the last 30 days? Actually, it’s been five weeks and change since my last entry, but I can account for one of those weeks. It’s interesting, and yet at times frustrating, how time can seem to move so quickly, while moving ever so slowly in the same moment of time.

During the last week of my vacation, a friend called, saying that she was having computer problems. So I offered to go over, and take a look. Little did I realize at the time, but this would turn into a week long battle. Man vs. Machine. What at first appeared to be a single issue, eventually became several issues requiring fixing. Apparently, the Universe decided that since I was on vacation, it was only fair that my Stubborn gene got to come out, and play as well. *chuckle* And he played H-A-R-D. But I’ll save that fun for another entry.

As for two of the Clan O’Kitties, Shorty and Nixie are continuing to do well. Shorty has had no new episodes of unnatural limb twisting, and Nixie received a clean bill of health in regards to her recent kidney infection (Not related to the recent Menu Foods pet food recall). It’s hard to believe that Nixie is indeed 19 years old, and yet still acts like a much younger kitty. But I appreciate every day that she refuses to act her age. : )

During a span of three or four nights last week, I became the book wedged between two furry bookends, while trying to sleep. Beser up tight against my chest, and Nixie against my back. Now I’ll be the first to admit that I’m one of the biggest softies there is, when it comes to critters. A fact that my Better Half will readily, and whole heartedly agree with. If they’re sleeping, I do my damnedest not to disturb them. Sometimes, it looks like I’m playing a one man game of Twister, limbs stretched out in every position imaginable, as I try to work around them, without disturbing them.

But when one is wedged in, in such a manner, what is one to do? Well, I can’t roll over, because at least one of them would be disturbed. And we can’t have that! So I’ve had to learn a new way to roll over in bed. I now have to do a “Lift, Spin, and Settle”. Are they spoiled? You betcha. But I am their staff, and I know my place. *chuckle*

I wish I could say that my softness is limited to just the Clan O’Kitties, but I’m just as bad with other people’s critters as well. The other night, I unexpectedly ended up staying at my girlfriend’s for the night. Knowing that I’m on the warm side, she told me that if I got too warm, to just throw the covers off. Sounds simple, right? Nope. Not quite so simple. I ended up being the book in the middle again. *sigh* My Better Half to one side, her 90 pound Chocolate Lab on the other. With him laying on top of the covers, there was no way I was tossing any covers anywhere. It was difficult enough, just trying to do a “Lift, Spin, and Settle”. Not willing to disturb either, I set myself on ‘bake’, and finally fell back asleep.

Many people would say, “Bah! Just move them!” But why would I want to disturb those who bring so much happiness into my life? I would rather take comfort in my own discomfort. It makes no difference whether they are human, or furry. Both are given equal consideration, and standing.

On the weightlifting front, things have been entertaining, frustrating, and sore. Two weeks ago, we/I started a new workout routine that I had put together. My friend was out sick the first week, so it was just me. As I mentioned previously, if I can get him to swear at me for the exercises that I find, I take it as a very high compliment. : ) Well, I did so well this time, I was even swearing at myself! LOL

I must be getting better, because when I came home from work Wednesday night/early Thursday morning, there was a message from him on the answering machine. Just to tell me how sore he was, and hoping that I was happy. Why yes, yes I was. *BIG grin*

At my last entry, I weighed 159 pounds, and am now sitting at 163 pounds. My numbers haven’t really changed measurement wise, though I am seeing progress. There is more muscular definition in my arms and legs. The volume of fat cells over my biceps has lessened. The “tapioca under plastic wrap” feeling has left my stomach, and the remaining fat there is now just ‘squishy’. My Better Half recently commented that my love handles are disappearing, so that’s a positive sign. : ) The real sign of progress will come when the fat around the small of my back starts to shrink. That seems to be the last place where fatty deposits start to shrink on me.

Now that spring has arrived, the increased physical activity should aid in my endeavors. There’s yard work to be done, and insulation to be laid in the attic. An attic where a person can not stand up to full height. Not even I, at a vertically challenged 64 inches. I’ll be glad when I finish that fun!

What? You made it this far, without falling asleep? You deserve a break! Grab your favorite tea or drink, take a look at the world outside your window, and take a moment to appreciate all of the beauty, both big and small, that life has to offer. Until next time. Right now, I have to go swear for a bit. A radio station that I listened to online took off the Dr. Demento show, and now I have to find another station that carries it. *sigh* And just when life was gettin' good! *chuckle*