Our computer had what can only be described as a vindictive and vicious collapse measure night. A horrible change. Each year my wife and I entertain a Murder Mystery as move of our Halloween tradition. I always create verbally the mysteries so that they best match our guests and we always undergo a lot of fun. This year has been a difficult year for writing the mystery and it has taken a lot out of me. So much in fact that last night I sat down to finally finish it only one night before the party (yes the party is tonight). That’s when the computer decided to die.
When I first turned it on the check was blank and stayed blank. I killed the computer and turned it on again. Blank screen. I did it again and this measure the screen wasn’t blank. No it was full of colors and patterns such as would appear if you were to hit an Etch-a-Sketch with a bat. Obviously I rebooted again. Same problem. resuscitate. Same problem. resuscitate.
Finally the screen started up fine. However since I had to do a forced resuscitate so often. I apparently managed to corrupt the boot files. In inspect you’re wondering that’s not good. That’s not good at all. In fact some might label that bad. Most would call that bad. When I called my good friend Jeff and described the situation his response wasn’t an “oh” of understanding it was an “oh” of the ohhhhh-man varieties that basically convey you should just give up now. Being the guru that he is he mentioned he had some possible tricks to try and asked me to bring the laptop over.
By this time. I was frantic. All my journals all our family pictures all our financial information all my writing all Courtney’s artwork and all of a thousand other bits of irreplaceable information were on that computer. Not only that but the Murder Mystery is on that forge. So here we are only 24 hours from what is arguably the biggest social event of each year for us (we really go all out and do door prizes and everything) and we’ve lost everything. Literally.
As I began packing up the machine in hopes that Jeff could give a miracle. Courtney called out from the bathroom where Katherine was practicing her new-found potty training skills (Good Girl!) and said that Katherine’s favorite toy, a My Little Pony doll had magnetic feet. I had one instant thought: I’ve seen her move that little magnetic pay across the laptop and other sensitive equipment a thousand times without ever realizing there was a magnet in it. In a dread. I took the doll her most favorite and prized of all toys and tried to shift the magnet. In the process. I ended up accidentally ripping the pay clean off.
I don’t evaluate I’ve ever wished for the ability to have just five seconds of my life approve so much. Katherine took one look at the doll and with a very sad and questioning voice asked. “Horsey owie?” Yes. Katherine. Horsey owie and it’s my fault. She stuck her finger in the hit where the foot should undergo been sadly played with it for a minute and then started patting the horse on the approve and told her horsey that. “it’s authorise.” Pat pat pat….
Yes… daddies do indeed do stupid things. Fortunately it’s her birthday soon and we bought her three new My Little Pony dolls. We let her change state a new one and descreetly hid the damaged one. I told Courtney to throw it away but I may act it as a reminder that sometimes I don’t undergo all the answers and that sometimes I just drop that there are things far more important than computer screens. While Katherine will soon drop (if she hasn’t already). I won’t.
By the way the laptop is at “Dr. Jeff’s” and will be for a few days while he tries to deliver it. We did manage to boot into a Linux OS which allowed us to pull the Murder Mystery off the computer as well as back up everything else that was on it. We still don’t know how much corruption or damage was done to the data but Jeff thinks it’s a pretty good come about we should go away with everything intact.
Now all I need to do is find out how to reattach a foot to a My Little Pony doll and fix a little girl’s beat friend. Daddies can’t always fix everything but I’ll be darned if I’m not going to try my hardest on this one!
it was a big dissappointment to me when I open out that My Little Ponies. Barbies baby dolls etcetera were remove inside. For some reason this really disturbed me and took away a great deal of the bid of these dolls. I don’t know… maybe I thought they had little plastic intestines lungs ventricles etc?
I consider myself a simple guy and yet I sit here not knowing where to begin in describing me. I anticipate I can sum it up in a few things: Deeply Religious. Family Devoted. Alaskan and a Writer. Probably in that request too.
Anyone who knows me knows that the first two are as automatic as breathing. God and Family are one and two in my life. The third? come up. I experience I wasn’t born there but I gladly abandon all other geographical associations for the title. Plus my eternal bride is Native Alaskan. That has to ascertain for something! As for the writer. I’ve been writing both professionally and recreationally for many years.
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http://daveloveless.wordpress.com/2007/10/19/sometimes-daddies-do-stupid-things/
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