This blog entry has absolutely nothing to do with writing, so please feel free to ignore. I just want to get out my frustration by “putting it down on paper,” as it were.

My ten-year-old son’s PC died a couple weeks ago. We managed to scrape together the cash to order him a new one. It arrived Wednesday and today, after the office had been cleaned, (a condition of him getting the new PC,) I finally opened the box. I set it up and watched in dismay as it stalled on the “loading Windows” screen. I reboot, same thing. I try everything I know to do short of reinstalling Windows, but no dice, so I call tech support, who tells me to… you guessed it… reinstall Windows. That was after waiting on hold for 30 minutes. So I am currently reinstalling Windows, which should have been installed correctly in the first place.

I’ll also have to reinstall all the drivers, and in about an hour or so I’ll have the PC that should have been there when I opened the box – hopefully. Or I’ll be sending it back in very tiny, mangled pieces, demanding a refund.

 

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  1. I finally got it to work! It was getting hung up on the “activate Windows” screen, so I skipped that and activated it after it was installed. None of this, however, explains why it didn’t work out of the box.

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Fred Ruskin lay tangled in sweaty sheets, awake, alone, and staring at the ceiling, just as he’d been doing for the last hour and a half. He was also very drunk, and had been since at least noon, maybe longer. He honestly couldn’t remember. It was sweltering inside his apartment and he felt like he was going to puke again. Fighting down the urge to vomit, he forced himself to his feet, grabbing the bedpost for balance, and shuffled across his little apartment to the refrigerator to down another bottle of Pabst Blue Ribbon.

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