| momsdinercodelj ( @ 2007-05-17 20:12:00 |
Bunch of good stuff.
Well, I've had an ongoing problem with my CD drive that kept my computer disassembled for most of the past two weeks. The one that came stock with this Chinese Heroin-Mart POS decided that it was only going to read blanks. Commercial CDs of any kind would not work at all, and in fact the drive couldn't even tell it existed.
Someone suggested that it was an Apple iCrap-related overwrite issue, I uninstalled iCrap (which I never used anyway), nothing.
Someone else suggested that it was a driver issue, I updated the driver, nothing.
Someone else suggested that my SAPI layer was corrupted, I uninstalled and updated that, and it worked!...for fifteen seconds. Then it exploded.
I was fucked, and because I was waiting to get the car I had my eye on (see below) instead of wasting hell of Hamiltons on computer appendages, I didn't get a new drive until yesterday...which I promptly broke trying to fit in this cheap-ass tower case. Clearly, desperate measures such as fraud were in order.
So I send my mother in to get one exactly like the one I broke. Using surgical precision, she carefully removed the new one from the box and replaced it with the one I broke, then returned it to Heroin-Mart. The new one works and even makes it's own labels. Fucking sweet.
I now have a non-egg shaped car. It's a '98 Grand Am and it's pretty awesome, but the most awesome part is that it doesn't pull a Camille whenever you ask it to do shit like turn, go straight, or wipe the windshield. I pissed on it tonight to make it mine. Fuck yeah.
Oh, and now that I've been hired and shit, I will be writing again. Yo,
kleewfreakly, expect a big fat textual birthday present.
Well, I've had an ongoing problem with my CD drive that kept my computer disassembled for most of the past two weeks. The one that came stock with this Chinese Heroin-Mart POS decided that it was only going to read blanks. Commercial CDs of any kind would not work at all, and in fact the drive couldn't even tell it existed.
Someone suggested that it was an Apple iCrap-related overwrite issue, I uninstalled iCrap (which I never used anyway), nothing.
Someone else suggested that it was a driver issue, I updated the driver, nothing.
Someone else suggested that my SAPI layer was corrupted, I uninstalled and updated that, and it worked!...for fifteen seconds. Then it exploded.
I was fucked, and because I was waiting to get the car I had my eye on (see below) instead of wasting hell of Hamiltons on computer appendages, I didn't get a new drive until yesterday...which I promptly broke trying to fit in this cheap-ass tower case. Clearly, desperate measures such as fraud were in order.
So I send my mother in to get one exactly like the one I broke. Using surgical precision, she carefully removed the new one from the box and replaced it with the one I broke, then returned it to Heroin-Mart. The new one works and even makes it's own labels. Fucking sweet.
I now have a non-egg shaped car. It's a '98 Grand Am and it's pretty awesome, but the most awesome part is that it doesn't pull a Camille whenever you ask it to do shit like turn, go straight, or wipe the windshield. I pissed on it tonight to make it mine. Fuck yeah.
Spot the tiny spotted cat with spots came up with two kittens after I figured that she'd eaten them like last time. I figured they'd end up being black and all Egypty-looking since both Bucky and Bucky's worthless nameless cousin nailed her like whoa. Nope, they're long-haired kitties, one gray with a white belly and the other one spotted like Spot but in tabby. The former is female and the latter is male. Their names are now Molly and Beef respectively because I decided that the next kittens were getting Achewood names long ago. I'll make pics of both car and cats soon.
Oh, and now that I've been hired and shit, I will be writing again. Yo,