If I had time and privacy I'd write you guys a lovely haiku about the joy of returning to the Blogosphere but damnit I've been castrated.
So to speak.
My computers, you see, are OUT. Both of them. The workhorse Compaq, nearing it's 6th birthday was replaced by the Ferrari that is the new StuccoBox (tm). The StuccoBox, like it's thoroughbred brothers was (I believe) rather sensitive to the heat and suffered from amnesia--it lost a very important system file and won't boot up. Not to fear! The workhorse plugged right back in and took up the slack.
For a week.
Out of the blue and completely unexpectedly it went dead yesterday morning; black screen, Non-System Disk full-on death. Crapped straight out. Beats me what happened, the Compaq System Recovery Disk didn't do anything but get me to an A prompt (anyone remember their DOS Shell commands?) I'm guessing it decided it didn't want to make the StuccoBox feel bad by out working it so it pulled some sort of sympathetic death on itself.
So now I'm blogging through the morass of the white-box at work. Writing, as it were, through the bristles of Big Brother's moustache. Quite against the rules, naturally, and that's why this is so fast and dirty. Both boxes are in the shop, and by the charges they warned me up front about I can SEE why a building full of ubergeeks can afford to have a B-List supermodel sitting up front at the Receptionist's desk.
Gods I'm in the wrong business.
Speaking of: an inside little birdie told me that a local industrial machinery business suddenly lost it's Service Coordinator. Guess who is going at lunch to fill out an application? Cross what ya got for Uncle 'relephant, kids!
Irrelephant (and his PCs) out.