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...I understand that you've been trying to get my attention for some time now, what with the odd noises and all, but really, I think things have gone a little too far.
Yeah, you crashed just before I went to bed last night, and I had to reboot you, but that's pretty standard fare. I really don't think it was adequate warning for what happened half an hour later, when I heard a distant "beep" and got up to see what was going on, only to find BLACK SMOKE POURING OUT OF YOU. Not to mention that lovely lovely smell of burning ozone.
It was nice of you to keep running Scandisk while this was going on, so as to let me know that the CPU and power supply were still working, but since I didn't have time to do anything but dive for the off switch and then disconnect all my peripherals post-haste, that doesn't tell me if my hard drive with the latest chapter of Knife and the graphic design work I was doing for a client (none of which I'd yet backed up anywhere) is still alive or not.
In short, NO LOVE, computer. NO LOVE.
Posted from my parents' ancient and horribly slow computer downstairs, with which I fear I will be stuck for a few days yet.
Yeah, you crashed just before I went to bed last night, and I had to reboot you, but that's pretty standard fare. I really don't think it was adequate warning for what happened half an hour later, when I heard a distant "beep" and got up to see what was going on, only to find BLACK SMOKE POURING OUT OF YOU. Not to mention that lovely lovely smell of burning ozone.
It was nice of you to keep running Scandisk while this was going on, so as to let me know that the CPU and power supply were still working, but since I didn't have time to do anything but dive for the off switch and then disconnect all my peripherals post-haste, that doesn't tell me if my hard drive with the latest chapter of Knife and the graphic design work I was doing for a client (none of which I'd yet backed up anywhere) is still alive or not.
In short, NO LOVE, computer. NO LOVE.
Posted from my parents' ancient and horribly slow computer downstairs, with which I fear I will be stuck for a few days yet.
