Finally. (I just figured out how to post a new journal entry. I must have been lucky before...) Well, another end to a perfectly terrible week... On a good note, I made it out for another night-time excursion to Vail, only this time we went up the wrong "trail". Lots of time and energy wasted trying to ride up a sandy wash, I mean "trail". It was cool though, since I got to ride and there were some crazy "woops" and berms to coast through. -Side note on the "woops", they should be called whoops, as in whoops I just lost the trail... I had some vertigo issues for some reason and found the horizon and slope were always somewhere other than where I believed them to be. Crashing on a slalom-style descent when you think you're going along a level surface is really wierd. It happened to me a couple of times and I was really disoriented when I tried standing up straight, only to have gravity pull me forward instead of downward. I had one really good flight through the air and landed on my back with my bike in front of me, only facing the opposite direction... I had a really good laugh about that one. That's when I learned I had good "crashing mojo" from my riding buddy Psycho Dave. Apparently, that means that I go really big when I crash and I do it with major style (and laugh about it too). Funny, I only thought you got major "props" for crashing when you were in a Props video mag (For BMXers).
Well I managed to do it so far, I haven't been late a single day for fear of being canned. That doesn't mean I still want to work there. I'm really getting tired of my boss' shit... I really should just go and join the Foreign Legion and be done with it all. I'm sure I'd make a good "B" Team Leader...
Now for the crap. [Warning: excessive geekiness follows...]
Another (nearly) sleepless night... Last night I thought it would be really cool to integrate some new software into my laptop so I could easily manage files, contacts, etc. on my new mobile phone. After setting up the bluetooth port settings for the new program, I pressed the big, jolly, candy-like button...
And just about shit my pants. My computer screen instantly ended all programs and exited the OS rather abruptly and I was slammed with "THE BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH" [echo, echo, echo] Yes, that's right, I'm royally fucked. In case you've been lucky enough to avoid seeing this terrible image, then you know it can mean virtual death sentance for your computer. These STOP instances are supposed to "prevent" a critical event from occuring, instead they just make you sick... After a reboot, I got a nice hanging Windows XP logo (taunting me) for eternity. The process for troubleshooting a "BSOD" is like opening Pandoras Box. First, you have to try to get the computer to repeat the message again (better have the antacid at the ready), so you can find out what the error hex decimal code was. Then you find out it could be any number of things that caused the failure to occur. A virus, failing hard drive (NOOOO!), failing memory, other failing hardware, a device setting, etc. etc. etc... You need a computer geek's geek to figure it out. I tried doing a windows repair, but the Windows CD won't re-install, much less locate the friggin' hard drive. Some RAID settings need to be adjusted and disabled in BIOS, so its off to tampering with things better left untampered... To make a long story a little less long, I spent the last two days (nights) trying to fix and repair. Worst case scenario, my computer is dying, best case scenario, my computer is sick... I guess I need a computer doctor/ wizard to patch it up. Well its late again and I'm ready to throw my computer out with the garbage, so I better get some sleep before I do it (that and I have to be at work in less than 6 hours - no rest for the weary, bleary-eyed slaves). Eric signing off from a surrogate computer. Over and out! #%@&!!!! OH MY GOD. I just figured it out. I just put an apple sticker on the caselid of my (windows) computer the night it died. Bill Gates put in a self-destruct mechanism that triggers when somone tries to switch to mac (but maybe that's not such a bad idea afterall...)
Well I managed to do it so far, I haven't been late a single day for fear of being canned. That doesn't mean I still want to work there. I'm really getting tired of my boss' shit... I really should just go and join the Foreign Legion and be done with it all. I'm sure I'd make a good "B" Team Leader...
Now for the crap. [Warning: excessive geekiness follows...]
Another (nearly) sleepless night... Last night I thought it would be really cool to integrate some new software into my laptop so I could easily manage files, contacts, etc. on my new mobile phone. After setting up the bluetooth port settings for the new program, I pressed the big, jolly, candy-like button...
And just about shit my pants. My computer screen instantly ended all programs and exited the OS rather abruptly and I was slammed with "THE BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH" [echo, echo, echo] Yes, that's right, I'm royally fucked. In case you've been lucky enough to avoid seeing this terrible image, then you know it can mean virtual death sentance for your computer. These STOP instances are supposed to "prevent" a critical event from occuring, instead they just make you sick... After a reboot, I got a nice hanging Windows XP logo (taunting me) for eternity. The process for troubleshooting a "BSOD" is like opening Pandoras Box. First, you have to try to get the computer to repeat the message again (better have the antacid at the ready), so you can find out what the error hex decimal code was. Then you find out it could be any number of things that caused the failure to occur. A virus, failing hard drive (NOOOO!), failing memory, other failing hardware, a device setting, etc. etc. etc... You need a computer geek's geek to figure it out. I tried doing a windows repair, but the Windows CD won't re-install, much less locate the friggin' hard drive. Some RAID settings need to be adjusted and disabled in BIOS, so its off to tampering with things better left untampered... To make a long story a little less long, I spent the last two days (nights) trying to fix and repair. Worst case scenario, my computer is dying, best case scenario, my computer is sick... I guess I need a computer doctor/ wizard to patch it up. Well its late again and I'm ready to throw my computer out with the garbage, so I better get some sleep before I do it (that and I have to be at work in less than 6 hours - no rest for the weary, bleary-eyed slaves). Eric signing off from a surrogate computer. Over and out! #%@&!!!! OH MY GOD. I just figured it out. I just put an apple sticker on the caselid of my (windows) computer the night it died. Bill Gates put in a self-destruct mechanism that triggers when somone tries to switch to mac (but maybe that's not such a bad idea afterall...)
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On a side note, ruddersteering! That's exactly it, with your ass on the tiller! (You're such a dirty sailor) Lot's of whoa, whoop, whoa-oa-oa, YEAH! (If you make it all the way through that is). BTW, how's gas where you're at? Good thing you don't drive, it's becomming ridiculous with the prices. (But hey, a billionaire has got to eat, right?) About time to introduce hydro when gas prices continue to grow...
[Edited on May 01, 2006 1:31AM]