The Sandy Bridge
Phew. I’ve had an… interesting few days. They have been spent almost exclusively in front of the computer. But not in a good, fun way. No, in a frustrating, hard way. I decided that Windows 7 was just not going to cut it for me. I just couldn’t get it to work as I wanted it. I have had 10+ years on XP and I don’t like change. And a lot of the new features of Windows 7 where not good for my eyesight issues. So I was really rather unhappy with it. I wanted my XP back. But XP does not support 16 gigabytes of RAM as is in my new supercomputer (a computer that was bought very much because I wanted to try out Windows 7… oops).
So XP can’t use all that memory. UNLESS. You get the 64 bit version of XP. Which is completely obsolete and inferior. And so naturally I went and got that. It cost a lot. You can’t buy it in the shops anymore. It cost twice what Windows 7 cost me. So that’s kinda stupid. I have spent a lot of money on this computer and now on XP Pro 64 Bit Edition. And I have spent A LOT of time getting it to work right.
Mainy the problem was my SSD drive. A super cool and fast thing, but it doesn’t work well with XP. I spent a couple of days working almost nonstop to get it to work. Just a couple of food and Star Trek / Doctor Who breaks. While the disk drives formatted. And a little pissing about on Facebook.
Anyway, this is all terribly boring I know. The short story is: I deleted Windows 7 and am now running Windows XP Professional 64 Bit Edition. And very pleased with it I am. Now I have to restore everything once again, get all my programs and files back. And then it should be smooth sailing. Hopefully.
I did manage yesterday to go and spend some time with the goats. And that was really good for my mental health. Wiped the slate clean and all the troubles away. With the sweet goats. Good times in the warm weather.
Magnethe’s boy is the little prince of the hill now. He’s very sweet. I think the castration has left him a little calmer than before. Or maybe it’s just because he doesn’t have four other boys around to get into trouble with. But it seems to me that he’s happier now to just stand still and be scratched. And if I pick him up he’ll sit in my lap and enjoy the scratchies. Before he used to be very quick about jumping up and running around. He’s still got a nice, faint buck smell though. And it probably won’t be too long before he starts bossing the old ladies around.
Now back to the computer work!
July 7th, 2011 at 4:01
Oh, to be a goatzie! No worries about computers and programs and backing things up and installing things.
I find that bucky smell to be nice, too. I don’t think it’s a bad smell at all. Maybe I was a lady goat in my previous life??
I just watched some pretty fireworks from the upstairs bedroom window. Our county fair is going on this week and they had the fireworks tonight. We’re going to the fair tomorrow evening for supper, to look at all the Art Hall 4 H projects, and to see all the animals. Maybe even some goatzies!
Buddy, the parrot is talking downstairs. I think he’s saying “Hey, bird.” One night he was saying: “Whatcha doin’ bird?” Some nights he’s so quiet you don’t know he’s even in his cage. I had some country music videos on TV tonight and that got our cockatiel singing along, too.
July 8th, 2011 at 18:37
Debster – Yes, I would not mind being reborn as a goat in my next life. It seems pretty darn sweet to me. Especially if I could have Plume to give me treats and scratchies. Maybe Mads can be reborn as my Plume. That would be cosmically sweet.
I wonder if Buddy is trying to tell you something? ..something about.. birds? You know, I bet Buddy talks more than I do!
July 9th, 2011 at 3:13
Yes, but you can type better than Buddy! I think you have lots more to say than Buddy has in his little bird brain as well.
Mads as Plume and Plume as Mads? Wow, that would make a great short story.
July 11th, 2011 at 22:48
Debster – I don’t think Buddy would appreciate being called a bird brain! I bet he’d have a lot to say about that.
Maybe I could have a long cosmic karma circle in which I’m first Plume, then Mads, then Plume, Then Mads. And we could keep changing roles like that. Why not indeed.,