I think I'm officially a geek. I've been a very happy little Vegemite reacquainting myself with the laptop, and setting up everything that I want to use the way that I want to use it. Nearly there.
While I was away I managed to post my 100th post - to think I didn't even notice because I worked out how to email myself. I'll have to go back through and work out which it was.
I've been looking at some of the stats for how people have been visiting this blog (I told you I was a geek), and I think I can safely say that music is the key way people are finding me - see the list below for proof. I'm pretty proud that one person typed "I hate hewlett packard" into google and found me. I am not alone. To the optimist who typed "the appeal of paris hilton"into google - good luck - I don't think I helped you, but I hope you find your answer. I know one of the searches was me (not the hp one) because I had some spare time at work, had a mental blank for the url of one of my favourites, googled myself (yes, I'm tragic) and visited you from the link on my homepage.
12.50% build me up buttercup baby
6.25% what film had schools out for summer in the sound track
6.25% world party private revolution
3.13% who sang the song boys,boys,boys,(summertime love)
3.13% schools out culture beat
3.13% who wrote buttercup baby?
3.13% why do you build me, build me up, buttercup, baby, just to let me down
3.13% why do you build me up buttercup, baby
3.13% why do you build me up buttercup baby just to let me down
3.13% why do you build me buttercup baby
3.13% why do you build buttercup
3.13% song wake up australia
3.13% why do you build me up (build me up) buttercup, baby
3.13% engagement daryl braithwaite
3.13% the appeal of paris hilton
3.13% why wont you build me up
3.13% who wrote the song build me up buttercup
3.13% this is what it is
3.13% why do you build me up buttercup
3.13% why do you build me buttercup
3.13% build me up buttercup baby just to let me down
3.13% why do you build me up, buttercup baby just to let me down?
3.13% why do you build me buttercup baby just let me down
3.13% the monitors singing in the 80's
3.13% why do you build me up build me up buttercup baby
3.13% daryl braithwaite engage
3.13% i hate hewlett packard
So many people want to know about build me up buttercup though - I am not the only tragic in the world!!!!
Showing posts with label laptop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label laptop. Show all posts
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
888 (approximately) ...
hours since I've had my laptop. I'm watching it boot up now. Cross everything you have that it works now.
Oooh the excitement - I just saw the Windows icon appear. It's been a very long time since I've seen that. Eeeek, blue screen, hope it isn't the blue screen of death. Cross everything.
Still blue. Starting to feel that way.
Okay, so they left the Ultimate Boot Windows CD in the DVD drive - clever little munchkins. I suppose I should give it back, but I'm not loving them enough right now. It works. There will be no sleep tonight.
Oooh the excitement - I just saw the Windows icon appear. It's been a very long time since I've seen that. Eeeek, blue screen, hope it isn't the blue screen of death. Cross everything.
Still blue. Starting to feel that way.
Okay, so they left the Ultimate Boot Windows CD in the DVD drive - clever little munchkins. I suppose I should give it back, but I'm not loving them enough right now. It works. There will be no sleep tonight.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Light at the end of the tunnel (fingers crossed it isn't a train!!)
A courier tried to make a delivery to my house yesterday. Apparently it was from the nice computer repair people. Shame they still couldn't get the delivery address right. Head, meet wall.
So I guess I'm driving across town in peak hour traffic to pick it up from the freight depot.
Oh shit, it's a train
I've just got off the phone from the courier company. They can't find the laptop - it isn't lost, they just don't know where it is. Everyone else's head, meet wall. On the plus side, I don't need to fight traffic, driving into the sun glare to try and get the laptop. Apparently I would have needed to drive further than they originally said. Yippee.
Best bit, they were quite happy to leave the laptop on my front porch without a signature. Not very valuable apparently.
So I guess I'm driving across town in peak hour traffic to pick it up from the freight depot.
Oh shit, it's a train
I've just got off the phone from the courier company. They can't find the laptop - it isn't lost, they just don't know where it is. Everyone else's head, meet wall. On the plus side, I don't need to fight traffic, driving into the sun glare to try and get the laptop. Apparently I would have needed to drive further than they originally said. Yippee.
Best bit, they were quite happy to leave the laptop on my front porch without a signature. Not very valuable apparently.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Head, meet wall
Today a courier stopped by my house 3 times to pick up the laptop. Oddly enough I was at work.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Why do you build me up buttercup baby just to let me down
I found myself singing that song a lot yesterday afternoon after I got off the phone from the nice computer technician. My hopes were built up so high, and I really believed that I would have my laptop back yesterday afternoon.
And then, all my hopes came crashing down around me, with the phone conversation I didn't want to have. My beautiful, still new laptop is still a very unhappy camper. Right now, it still won't even acknowledge that it has ever had the Windows O/S installed, even though it still shows that lovely Windows logo, and has Windows error messages and my favourite, the Windows blue screen of death appearing. Woo!! Back to square one. Tomorrow I get to call the geniuses at Hewlett Packard again and go through the joys of their "help desk".
Most disturbing of all, is that I've learnt over the last 2 weeks just how much the internet really is a massive part of my life. The structure of my days has really changed, and I'm feeling quite discombobulated. Each weekday, I would sit down with a cup of coffee or tea, and my breakfast, and catch up with everyone's blogs, maybe post something myself, and read the days headlines. I realised yesterday that I've missed breakfast every day this week, and just how out of whack my routine is. At work, I'm managing to keep up with my emails (thanks Jelly, you've been making me smile) and do any urgent online banking, but I'm just not getting anything else done. I'm trying to plan for the 2 of us to have Easter away, and I haven't had my research and booking tool of choice available to use. I've got posts teeming around in my head, and this is actually a test email to post, so that if I do have stuff I want to say it won't keep whirling around and around in my head. If this works I can draft stuff on my phone :) Someone say geek?
I have to admit though, that I realised just how much I was suffering from withdrawal when we were lying on the bed having a cuddle last night before we went out for dinner and going through our day. I heard myself asking about his time surfing yesterday, and then said "and did you visit any good web sites? What did you do on the internet today? Does the internet miss me?" Quite tragic. I can't imagine why he kept laughing at me - no really. I also really miss the time that we talk using msn when we are both online. I know that we talk on the phone and see each other but it is just that extra bit of communication that keeps things running just a little more smoothly.
And then, all my hopes came crashing down around me, with the phone conversation I didn't want to have. My beautiful, still new laptop is still a very unhappy camper. Right now, it still won't even acknowledge that it has ever had the Windows O/S installed, even though it still shows that lovely Windows logo, and has Windows error messages and my favourite, the Windows blue screen of death appearing. Woo!! Back to square one. Tomorrow I get to call the geniuses at Hewlett Packard again and go through the joys of their "help desk".
Most disturbing of all, is that I've learnt over the last 2 weeks just how much the internet really is a massive part of my life. The structure of my days has really changed, and I'm feeling quite discombobulated. Each weekday, I would sit down with a cup of coffee or tea, and my breakfast, and catch up with everyone's blogs, maybe post something myself, and read the days headlines. I realised yesterday that I've missed breakfast every day this week, and just how out of whack my routine is. At work, I'm managing to keep up with my emails (thanks Jelly, you've been making me smile) and do any urgent online banking, but I'm just not getting anything else done. I'm trying to plan for the 2 of us to have Easter away, and I haven't had my research and booking tool of choice available to use. I've got posts teeming around in my head, and this is actually a test email to post, so that if I do have stuff I want to say it won't keep whirling around and around in my head. If this works I can draft stuff on my phone :) Someone say geek?
I have to admit though, that I realised just how much I was suffering from withdrawal when we were lying on the bed having a cuddle last night before we went out for dinner and going through our day. I heard myself asking about his time surfing yesterday, and then said "and did you visit any good web sites? What did you do on the internet today? Does the internet miss me?" Quite tragic. I can't imagine why he kept laughing at me - no really. I also really miss the time that we talk using msn when we are both online. I know that we talk on the phone and see each other but it is just that extra bit of communication that keeps things running just a little more smoothly.
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