Friday, 24 August 2012

Tower of Babel

I now know what those ancient builders felt like as I reconstruct the programs on my, now working, pc. So many layers and so many levels, and a multitude of strange-sounding phrases.

Thursday, 23 August 2012

Windows into the soul

Windows Vista is now loaded and validated ... there was a problem with the Knowledge Base files - 45 of them - some of which had failed. They are now on and we're coming to the end of 125 Windows updates ... and they have taken about 5 hours. If the pc survives this, then tomorrow is when we start loading on the various drivers and programs and rebuilding the whole cosmos. My resident technician has proved his worth - I've fed him lasagna and garlic bread tonight. God help us all!



Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Aaaaaagh sob sob

Having used the OEM Recovery discs to restore the operating system, Microsoft now says that the Windows it has put on is not an authentic version, and it wants me to buy Windows 7. Hmmmmm. And my IT technician just sits here at 22.36 playing Solitaire on his laptop. Why do I accomodate and feed him? Ah - he's a lodger and I occasionally get some rent. Oh well, I suppose as he's been at it all day I can't really complain. Just as well I have my own laptop!


My main pc has got corrupted Windows! AAAAAAAAGH. Factory settings disc has been inserted (not in the orifice I would have chosen) and is currently overwriting the whole C drive. EEK!

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

In the heat and dust ...

... the harvest must go on. Thankfully, modern combines are air-conditioned. It must have been lethal when they had open cabs!

Saturday, 18 August 2012

I'm melting!

21.50 and I'm sitting here dripping! Three changes to tops and tomorrow I have to get dressed up in my liturgical clobber to do the business. It's not giving away any trade secrets to say that in this heat and after the celebration of the Holy Mysteries x2 I'm not a pretty sight!

Phew! It's a scorcher!

Monday, 6 August 2012

A breath of salt air

A 48 hour sojourn down to the south coast again to meet up with a few friends to mark the occasion of my 60th birthday last Friday. Tempus Fugit, or something like that. Maybe I should have taken more note of my old school motto; "Absque Labore Nihil" which roughly translated means "Get off your backside you lazy old git or you'll never achieve anything!" Ho hum.