I'm Just Sayin' 2: I'D LIKE TO SAY THAT MY HARD DRIVE CRASHED ...

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

I'D LIKE TO SAY THAT MY HARD DRIVE CRASHED ...

or that the keyboard stopped working, or I dropped the damn thing. But no - I just payed almost 800 dollars for a new laptop because my less than five year old laptop won't stay connected. Yep. That's all. The power supply plugs into the wall socket like a champ. The three-pronged end plugs into the adapter with no problem at all. But the little doohickey that is supposed to connect with the whatchamacallit just inside the laptop will not stay connected. Twice I have sent the laptop to the local-ish repair shop recommended by Toshiba and twice they told me that the problem was solved. It is decidedly not fixed. My husband thinks that I add to the problem by not being gentle enough with the laptop; but it connects (or it should)
at the back of the computer while the cord goes to the right. Believe me, a prime selling point for the new laptop was that it connects on the right!
     Both before the last time I sent it to them and since, I have used hockey tape to try to keep it connected, but that puts strain on the cords, weakening them. I've had to buy three power adapters; I ordered one just yesterday in case that is the problem this time. It's a shame; it's a very nice computer - a Toshiba Qosmio with 4 GB ram, an intel 2.20 ghtz processor and a 640 GB hard drive. Since I have glaucoma and cataracts in both my eyes and a condition in both eyes called Premature Vitreous Detachment, I can't see very well, so the bigger the screen, the better. It does have a big screen - 18.4 inches, which is great vision-wise, but that is the only good part. It weighs close to 20 pounds, thereby minimizing any claim of portability.                         Handicapped, I am usually lying down, and I worry that I'll drop my heavy, extra large laptop on my nose!
     I feel odd about the whole thing. There is no software or hardware problem - it's a mechanical problem! I keep seeing that curvaceous female robot bunny walking past our hero, Bugs, Wise to her wiles, he looks at us, his audience, and says with a nod her way, he says, "Mechanical." Then, "So it's mechanical!!" Not a choice for me. It is of no use to me if I can't count on it staying connected. After the repair guys get all my info off the hard drive, perhaps they would like to buy it. I'll see what Bill thinks about that idea.
     The new laptop is a beauty. It's an hp Pavillion - 8 GB ram, Intel processor with 2.53 gHtz and 750 GB hard drive.
It has fingerprint password recognition and other nifty additions, so it will be a pleasure to use. I can hardly wait for it to get here! It's scheduled to arrive late this morning.
I began this post at about 1:00 am and it's 4:51 am now!
I'm signing off after typing this post on a tiny Asus ee PC - I can't see the keyboard to type, nor can I read the screen to proofread. I have to put reading glasses - diopter 5.0 to read the screen, but it's really hard to get the notebook close enough for me to see it. Jeez!!
   HELP!!!
I'm just sayin'

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What is REAL?

THE VELVETEEN RABBIT
by Margery Williams

(this starts at the point when the Skin Horse and the Rabbit are talking)

The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."
The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him.