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Computer running out of ink

Grandad December 13th, 2009

If there is anyone out there who knows anything about computers, maybe they could help me?

I have had this laptop for a long time now, and have been doing a lot of writing on it.

Up to now, the printing has always appeared nice and crisp on the screen.  There is no fading or anything like that.  The letters just keep on coming.

Surely it must be running low on ink?

I have this terrible feeling that I am going to be typing away sometime and the letters will just fail to appear on the screen, or will become so faint as to be illegible.  I don’t want that to happen, so I want to be prepared.

I have bought a new bottle of Parker [black] ink, but I have a problem.

I have read the manual from cover to cover, and have also scoured the Interweb, but I cannot find where the inkwell is in my laptop.

Does anyone know where it is?

Mu ing

Grandad November 2nd, 2009

Her elf ha  gone and fu ked up her keyboard.

he went and  pilled  ome of her gin on it whi h wa  a bit  arele  .

It i  a  trange thing, but gin and keyboard  ju t don’t mix very well, a  wa  obviou  by the wee  loud of  moke that aro e.

Lu kily it didn’t do mu h damage. The laptop  till work  a  well a  before ex ept of one  mall matter – the letter  ” ” and ” ” don’t work any more. Thi  will be fine a  long a   he doe n’t u e any plural  and  ho e  all other word   arefully.

In fa t, I’m u ing her laptop now ju t to  how her how ea y it i .

Grandad has lost the plot

Grandad August 14th, 2009

I didn’t feel like doing much today.

It was a day for sitting doing nothing, so it was an ideal time to do a wee job that I have meaning to do for a long time.

There were a couple of little irksome things about my PC that, well, irked me, and I have been meaning to do a fresh install of the operating system.  It’s the kind of job where I can just feed the odd CD into the machine and then daydream while it does its work.

My machine has two partitions. One contains the operating system, and the other contains my data.  A system restore usually formats the first one but leaves the other alone.  So I carefully copied all the really important stuff onto the second space and started the job.

I had a fine afternoon daydreaming while my laptop gave happy reassuring messages about how well it was doing.  Eventually it finished and rebooted.

I went to load up my antivirus and Firefox and all the essential stuff that I had saved on the data area.

The fucking machine had erased both partitions!

Bollox!!

I’m back up and running now, and I’m not getting any of those irritating messages which had been irking me for some time.  I had to download my Avast, my Firefox and my Thunderbird, and luckily I had a backup of all their settings.

I have been doing a little mental audit of what I have lost though.

All my sound files are nicely stored on my Sat Nav so no problem there.

I have lost a moxey load of photographs that I had taken recently.  I can live with that though.

There were some statistics that I had been gathering for a while now.  They’re gone.  Knickers!

Worst of all though, The Book is gone.  All of it.  Not a trace is left. 

Back to square one….

Fuck!

*sigh*

My alien artifact

Grandad July 26th, 2009

Mice piss me off.

‘Aha!’ says you – ‘The old bastard has a rodent infestation?’

No.  The only rodent that resides within these four walls is Minnie, and she tends to piss on me, rather than piss me off.

I’m talking about those irritating little fuckers that I have to use to move things around on my computer.

I used to have one of the wireless ones.  Oh boy!  What a little nightmare that yoke was.  It had a mind of its own and [when if worked, or when I could find it] it used to randomly jiggle the curser so that it ended up in the opposite corner of the screen to where I was trying to point.  It used to eat batteries too as if they were pints of Guinness.  I fucked it onto the bonfire one day, and I can safely say that those few minutes when it crackled and spluttered in the fire were the best moments I had with that mouse.

In the old days [in computer speak – a few weeks ago?] we had to make do with the mice with the rubber balls.  They would have been OK if it weren’t for the fact that they used to collect gunge, dirt, hairs and fluff like my ex-wireless one used to collect batteries.  Frankly, the only good thing about those yokes was the endless supply of puerile jokes they inspired.

Nowadays, my mouse of choice is an optical USB one.  I say ‘choice’ in the same way a condemned man might chose lethal injection over the electric chair.

The optical mouse is fine, as it doesn’t collect dirt.  It does have one drawback however, which leads my to my current state of annoyance.  It is attached to my laptop by a wire.

I use my laptop in a way that is apparently unique – I rest it on my lap.  People look at me askance when I say this.  They tell me that I really should put it on a table or somewhere like that.  Why?  It is a fucking LAPtop!  Even the manufacturers haven’t grasped this notion as they always put the heating vents just where my left thigh blocks them.

Because I use my laptop on my lap, I have to remove it if I wish to stand up.  This is where my problem starts. No matter how careful I am, I always seem to move it in such a way that the mouse lead gets caught in my foot.  The inevitable then happens, and my next move sends the mouse flying off to the end of its lead whereupon it smacks into the floor.

mouse

I quite like the mouse I use at the moment.  I have had it for a long time, and I am almost familiar with it.  I say ‘almost’ because it was originally designed for an alien.  That is the only conclusion I can come to as it has the usual two buttons, and a wheel in the middle.  However, it also has another button behind the wheel, and there are two more where my thumb normally goes.  I recently discovered yet another one on the other side too.  Theses buttons are definitely not designed for human hands.

I like this mouse because it is the right size for my hand.  It is very comfortable.  It is also very quiet.  Or rather, it was very quiet, as with all the battering it gets off the floor the buttons are getting a little clanky.

I bought a new mouse the other day.  It is feels too small and the buttons sound like coins entering a slot machine. I have relegated it back to it’s box where it shall reside until the day my alien mouse expires.

What I really wish for though is for an alien to visit and tell be what the fuck all those extra buttons are for.

Eat your heart out, Christiaan Bernard

Grandad July 10th, 2009

Me: Welcome back.

Laptop: Gee!  Thanks.  Like you care.

Me: There is no need for that attitude, and please don’t use those Americanisms.

Laptop: You send me off to that bloody hospital, and this is the kind of greeting I get on return?

Me: How are you, anyway?

Laptop: How the fuck do you think I am?  You send me off to that hell-hole where I get my heart ripped out.  How would you fucking feel?

Me: Don’t be so melodramatic.  It was only a hard disk replacement.

Laptop: Jeeeesus!!! It may only be a hard disk to you, mate, but to me it’s my whole essence; my being; my self.

Me: You’re worse than an old woman.

Laptop: Thanks for the card, by the way.

Me: What card?

Laptop: Exactly! I didn’t expect a visit, but you might have gone to the trouble of sending a get well card.

Me: They don’t make get well cards for laptops.

Laptop: Why the fuck not?  You humans really piss me off sometimes.

Me: Will you ever stop whinging?  You are home, aren’t you?

Laptop: With the warm welcome I’m getting, I’d be better off back in there.

Me: I can always overclock you?

Laptop: Aw! For fuck’s sake!

Me: Just behave.  OK?

Laptop: *sigh*

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