Did you pick up a bit of a smug, self loving, I'm-so-clever la di dah theme in the previous post called 'PC HELL'? Well, all along I ought to have touched wood. I'd had one systems startup without any trouble, and so I thought I'd demystified a million and 567 357 1's and 0's. Alas, on the next startup, the popup was back:
Touched error: Thotkey could not be retrieved. Error number 000.3004 and you are one of those zeroes loser.
Well you have no idea what an awful day I've had. I've felt sick. Is there such a thing as incomputerza? Bird flu may be worse, but incomputerza is far more prevalent.
So this entire evening I have been on the Toshiba site downloading every utility zip I could find. After that, I'd be close to saying I'm beaten, because not sure what else to do.
On the last systems startup, all streams of data coalesced.
It was as if the data rose up and in one green voice, sparked these words to me:
I believe it is our fate to be here. It is our destiny. I believe this night holds, for each and every one of us, the very meaning of our lives. This is a war and we are soldiers. What if tomorrow the war could be over? Isn't that worth fighting for? Isn't that worth dying for?
Well I am not sure if it is worth dying for but if I don't get away from this computer now, while it is a functioning unit, I'll be overcome by incomputerza.
Knock, knock Nick.
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