Having a look through my posts recently reveals a trend of asking technology related questions in GQ, and the sleuths among us could easily deduct that I’m currently being frustrated by my computer’s absolute insanity.
The power went out here the other day while I was in the middle of doing something computerish, and it did not go over well with my system files. For the past week, I’ve been trying to fix the little buggers to no avail. As the problem got progressively worse (a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, and it’s entirely possible I was doing more harm than good), my level of despair rose like a sad balloon towards a ceiling of nails. Finally, last night, I gave up and reformatted. Reinstalled Windows. Got all my stuff back on here – my AVG, my Comodo, my Panda, my this and my that, all ready to protect me from the evils of the internet. I got my super fun games back, ready for a bit of relaxation while conquering a particularly sinful solar empire. I got everything back into working order…
…and the system file checker still shows five corrupt system files.
I’ve done everything I know how to do to fix this. I’ve used a Windows install CD – it says it wants a different one. I’ve redirected the registry to a different location and tried to have it read the i386 folder straight from the hard drive, copied fresh from a clean CD. I’ve reformatted and reinstalled. And still, those five little nut crunching vagabonds still taunt me mercilessly.
So fine, computer. You win. You want corrupt system files? You may have them. I wash my hands of you. Hell, I can’t even figure out if they’re doing any harm! I’m just a stickler for having a clean computer. Let’s make a deal, you and I. You run my Firefox, my Azureus, and a couple of games, and you can sit there and fart and piss all day long otherwise. Bastard.
And I’m sick, too. Pity me.