Woke up this morning -the first day of my week off work- to find out my internet connection had died: "could not connect to server" my Messenger proclaimed. A quick check of the internet proved the same: "cannot find page".
Help!
I *need*, no I *deserve* to waste my time on the internet when I don't have to work. Granted, there are much more useful things I could do *cough*buying and or posting Christmas presents*cough* but fuck that! I wanted to waste a few hours reading smut.

I contemplated the options. Disturbing Spike in the middle of a job interview to play Helpdesk (which he loves), was not one of them. He'd kill me. There was no other choice but to try and fix it myself. Punching the monitor seemed pretty pointless, so I looked at my modem. One of the little lights was orange instead of green. A-ha! A clue!
I carefully unplugged the wires. And plugged them back in.

And hey presto! Here I am!
I knew I should have gone for computer studies instead of psychology... I knew it.

Spikey saved my PC yet again. Amazing the things you can find on the internet! There's even sites that decode your dead computer's beeps for you. In my case: beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep beep beep beep meant something was wrong with my memory. Solved in 15 minutes. Till next year.

As it's Sunday I'm heading for my fullblown "end of weekend" depression, so I'll just end here before this post gets too gloomy.

There are some of you who want me to chuck away my ancient half-dead computer because it "doesn't look good in the living room". Others are crazy heroic and offered to buy me a new computer.
So you two are my main suspects.
Which of you caused my PC to die this time?
And why now?
And what do you suppose I do about it? Eh?!

This also seems to be a yearly thing: lookie here at some old posts. I think my PC hibernates every autumn.

V to the P to the Icky to the Ollard!
It's back, ladies and gentlemen, and this time on BBC1.
Faaaaabulous.


Yesterday we also found out Donna (from Eurovision Fame Donna & Joe, Ireland 2005) is a lezza! Hurraaaaaaaaaaay for lezzas.

I'm sorry for all the "aaaaaa"s, but it's the weekend, is it not?
Besides, I'm "well 'ard!"

In other news, my computer is a tad wrecked. The girlfriend did didn't do it, honestly. Something about the contact and the plug, and god knows what. I'm stealing her PC till she fixes it for me, or sells her body to get me a new one.
Love demands sacrifices after all.

Ladies and gentlemen, I foresee many an argument in the near future in the Piglet & Merlina household. It has everything to do with the picture you see on the left. Yes, as you might have guessed, my computer screen has finally died on us.
The form in the photo is the form my desktop has these days. I call it "corsetitis". A few days ago I just had to smack the screen, and it would expand, but alas, that high-technological procedure isn't working anymore.
Perhaps I should steal the screen from work, as a farewell present? I mean, by god, I've earned it! No? Ah hell...

Like every year, my PC has died on me.
Only now I still have *something*, I still have my "Don't Panic" Hitchhiker's guide desktop. Rather ironic, no?
When I reboot I get some hundred "fatal mistake in temp internet files" messages "cannot be repaired". Well fine, I'll delete them then. Only I can't. Desktop without icons, without "start" thingie, without explorer. No way to get to my documents.
I'm pretty helpless.
Even famous computer wizz Baloo"F2" couldn't help us.
So now what.
Time I get me a nice laptop? Who'll sponsor me? Or should I just hope for some miracle and an even better computer wizz?
But then it'd better be fast before I throw the damn thing out of the window.
Cos then I'll have to pay for the window as well...