I have now officially been present for the fucking-up of my third expensive piece of technology in less than a month.
First it was my (just past warranty) cell phone, which went “waah” and died in Atlanta. Then, I returned from Atlanta to find my (expensive, name-brand, just past warranty) DVD player going “ch ch ch ch ch” and refusing to read discs.
Last night, I got the Blue Screen of Death when I tried to load up my Dell laptop.
It had worked fine in the afternoon, but when I went to check email before I went to bed last night, it loaded up very slowly and immediately froze. When I did ctrl-alt-del, I got the first blue screen, the one that said, “If this has never happened to you before, restart your computer and see how that goes.” Which I did. And then I got the Total and Complete Blue Screen of Death, the one talking about a corrupt registry and physical memory dumps and contacting my system administrator.
But the system administrator is, well, me.
It won’t start in safe mode. It won’t start with last known good configuration. It just stares bluely at me. My formerly tech-support mom took a look at it and declared it dead, and her tech-support friends confirmed it. So now I have to decide whether I want to spend $69 on software that would help me recover my files if I take the hard drive out of the laptop and get an adaptor-thingie and connect it to our desktop, and then spend a day or a week trying to make that happen, or I can say “fuck it” and just start reinstalling everything, dumping my mp3s and most of my web design files and my saved IMs and assorted writings.
I’m having a rough day so far today and the “fuck it” option is looking better than ever, not just for this but for everything.
I don’t know, maybe if I were on the South Beach Diet things wouldn’t seem so bad.