When You Gotta Call the Guy Who Does Windows
Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!
I write about strange things that happen to even stranger people. It's called "paranormal." In one of my books, FIREBRAND, a young woman has a near death experience that renders her able to communicate with inanimate objects such as machines. As outrageous as this might seem, I do believe that a really good technician or mechanic is actually in rapport with whatever he or she is trying to fix or work on. My dad is like that, though he'd say that his skill comes from seventy years of working on machines, that sort of thing. But I've seen him diagnose an engine or mechanical problem on a car by simply listening to it or even smelling it. He taught me a few things about how mechanical things work. Dad possesses an eidetic or photographic memory and taught me to pump mine up, too. He worked nights and weekends during high school and had little time for study. All he had to do, apparently, was open a book just before walking into class, scan the lesson and he'd pass the test every time. My mother is also visually oriented and one terrific mental adding machine. You can give her a list of random numbers and she gives you the sum double quick, though slower these days as she's not yet elderly at eighty. She says she just sees the numbers in her mind and adds them up. Bingo!
And where am I going with all this? Back to the initial communicating with machines idea. I kind of do that--sense what might be wrong or going to happen with a machine like a car or a computer. It's like they send me messages? Or I get a feeling that something is wrong or about to be. Case in point, this Dell I slog away on everyday began to "feel" funny to me, and not the good ho-ho-ho way, a few weeks ago. Nothing was apparent, but still I kept feeling like something was about to go wonky. I installed McAfee, cleaned up web history and cookies, backed up files and so on. At the first of the week, Internet Explorer began crashing on me, and yesterday Word and Publisher wouldn't let me access files except through My Computer. My Dell has gone to hell, folks.
So I called the guy who does Windows. He's paying a visit on Monday to sort this out. In the meantime I may just adopt the son of MMMMM's policy--buy a new computer every two years. I bought the Dell when my Viao's hard drive went with the warranty period. Argh. It's been two years since I bought this dingdongDell. Maybe it's time for something new. A laptop, maybe? Got any suggestions? Lemme know.
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMelinda
I write about strange things that happen to even stranger people. It's called "paranormal." In one of my books, FIREBRAND, a young woman has a near death experience that renders her able to communicate with inanimate objects such as machines. As outrageous as this might seem, I do believe that a really good technician or mechanic is actually in rapport with whatever he or she is trying to fix or work on. My dad is like that, though he'd say that his skill comes from seventy years of working on machines, that sort of thing. But I've seen him diagnose an engine or mechanical problem on a car by simply listening to it or even smelling it. He taught me a few things about how mechanical things work. Dad possesses an eidetic or photographic memory and taught me to pump mine up, too. He worked nights and weekends during high school and had little time for study. All he had to do, apparently, was open a book just before walking into class, scan the lesson and he'd pass the test every time. My mother is also visually oriented and one terrific mental adding machine. You can give her a list of random numbers and she gives you the sum double quick, though slower these days as she's not yet elderly at eighty. She says she just sees the numbers in her mind and adds them up. Bingo!
And where am I going with all this? Back to the initial communicating with machines idea. I kind of do that--sense what might be wrong or going to happen with a machine like a car or a computer. It's like they send me messages? Or I get a feeling that something is wrong or about to be. Case in point, this Dell I slog away on everyday began to "feel" funny to me, and not the good ho-ho-ho way, a few weeks ago. Nothing was apparent, but still I kept feeling like something was about to go wonky. I installed McAfee, cleaned up web history and cookies, backed up files and so on. At the first of the week, Internet Explorer began crashing on me, and yesterday Word and Publisher wouldn't let me access files except through My Computer. My Dell has gone to hell, folks.
So I called the guy who does Windows. He's paying a visit on Monday to sort this out. In the meantime I may just adopt the son of MMMMM's policy--buy a new computer every two years. I bought the Dell when my Viao's hard drive went with the warranty period. Argh. It's been two years since I bought this dingdongDell. Maybe it's time for something new. A laptop, maybe? Got any suggestions? Lemme know.
Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMelinda
posted by MMMelinda at 9:42 AM
