Hard-Drive Controllers and Pug Harassment

I'm back home again. I don't realise just how much I take all my quick links on here for granted. When I'm away the computer's I use are not personlised by me so they don't have Blogger running along the top bar, neither do they have the websites I like to go to when I'm bored. Not that I had much time to get bored. I spent most of yesterday trying to figure out what was wrong with my laptop.

I've had a bright yellow exclamation point (that was getting brighter every day, in my opinion) next to my hard-drive controller's for the last few months. From the noises the machine was making I assumed it was dying. But as my post last week said it was on the mend. Sort of. I still needed to sort out whatever the problem was. So I searched online and found some places that catered for my problem. The few downloads I tried weren't suited to my OS. And the one I found that would was too big for the floppy disk I had. So I saved the links for when I got home and was able to use a CD to transport my data from computer to laptop.

While I was at it, I thought I'd run a full systems check, which I had been reliably told could be done by holding the F2 button down on start up. Turns out they were right. And there were these cute little icons for all the different system checks the laptop could do. Everything was fine with the machine except for the HDD, whatever the heck that is. I've got the error message written down somewhere but a search on Google didn't throw up any help.

Weirdly, when I checked the hard-drive controller's again the yellow exclamation point had disappeared! So has the laptop somehow cured itself? Who knows! I'll keep an eye on it and see what happens next.

Zebbie was a bundle of laughs this time. All he did was nick the sofa and sleep there the entire time. I swear he only likes me baby-sitting because it means he gets to spend two or three days on the sofa!





I watched a fair bit of the E! Channel this time. I'm just so addicted to trashy TV. House of Carters is so disturbing. I thought my family was fucked up. At least my parents never referred to me as Cash Cow. Poor little Aaron.



For the record I didn't watch The Girls of the Playboy Mansion; that was just an advertisment. Although I freely admit if it had have been on while I was there I probably would have watched it.

I got home this afternoon and had a cup of coffee. The last mug I had was about two months ago so that was one hell of a nice cup. Mmm. I could feel all my nerves tingling. Yum. I took Sweepie upstairs with me cos I'd missed her. She just went to sleep though. So after an hour me and Jem woke her up and made her play games.









This evening I then went to see the in-laws, who I haven't seen in a couple of weeks. Because I was worried about my lingering chest infection, I made the choice that I'd try to stay indoors until my course of penicillin had ended.

I took a load of pictures while Ray was driving. I'm a little obsessed with the blurry lights. I think I might have to set up a mini-photo-album on here for my silly photos.



Talking about my chest infection: I do seem to be better. It only took three different, super strong penicillin and antibiotics courses to beat it but I got there in the end. I'd say I'm 90% better now. Why didn't the doctor threaten me with x-rays sooner?

I end with a pretty picture of Martha, who blurred before my eyes (I was actually playing with the settings on my camera and thought this picture turned out really pretty):

Labels: coffee, dog-sitting, illness, laptop, martha, photos, sweepie

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