I cannot help my insatiable appetite for change. I grew up at a time when all advertising targeting children always started with "Hey kids, be the first of your block to ..." followed by the sale pitch. I bought into that slogan and have lived it ever since. If it is new, I want it. If it is experimental, I want to play with it. If more than ten people that I know have it, I no longer want it until the next generation comes out.
When I am wasting time, like sitting on the metro, waiting in a line, things like that, I am reading the tech news on my phone. This is when I discovered the beta version of the next Window OS is available for download.
The specs say that from the time you press the computer's on button to full boot up, ready to tackle the world is less than 60 seconds. To give to you another way, it is about the same amount of time that you first realize you are going to sneeze. That annoying tickling sensation starts in the back of your nose, you feel it sliding back and forth down you nasal passages, not sure if is wants to commit or not both teasing you while giving you a false sense of security that the coast is clear. Then it suddenly erupts like a volcano's gushing lava spraying out of your nasal holes.
We all know what a problem I have been having with the desktop computer, though it has improved. It now only takes 1 hour and 14 minutes to boot up whereas before it was half the day. I thought maybe, just maybe Windows 8 may improve the performance, so I downloaded it and installed it. When W8 installs, it turns the computer on and off several times. Well this sucker takes so long to restart, W8 threw in the towel or rather raised the white flag of surrender and just gave up. Okay, I thought. I will leave well enough alone.
However, being naturally curious, I had to continue to investigate. My netbook, which I have been using extensively has Win XP. Microsoft is not going to support XP much longer. Let's face it. After using Windows 7 for so long, using XP is like going on vacation alone with your grandmother and taking her out clubbing with you. There is just something wrong with this picture.
After Googling, I found the exact article I wanted. How to upgrade an Asus eeePC HA1000 from XP to W8. The guy starts out with saying that his net-book is yesterday's news, about 4 years old. Four years in computer years is like 8 in dog years. You are ready to have it put down. He showed the entire process and advised that the only other thing he needed to do was increase the screen resolution beyond the capabilities of the net-books natural state. He did this by installing a new driver and gave two links.
My net-book has a partition, so I thought I would install W8 on one partition so I could dual boot. It didn't work that way, because the program didn't give me a choice of location for installation. By this time, I was so anticipating this new toy that I threw caution to the wind, letting it do its own thing, while once again ignoring that inner voice that was screaming at the top of its lungs "Stop it, stop it now, before it is too late".
As predicted, nothing would work because the screen resolution was too low. After downloading the driver, it still would not increase the size W8 demands. After much Goggling, I finally found a hack and got it to work. What seemed to pass me by in my state of attention deficit disorder was that this preview OS would obliterate the existing one and all of your programs that once resided there.
Goodbye MS Office Suite. That is the one I will miss the most. Sure, I can reload it. I have legal disks for it, but the net-book doesn't have a CD/DVD drive. The time I installed it, I had to borrow someone's external unit. Do I want to bother with that again? Nay! Why bother with a computer that is so ancient being in its fourth year. I may just have to spill a cup of tea on it again to try to put it down.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Why Computer Technicians Taunt Me
0 commentsTuesday, November 01, 2011
Remembering the Past
0 commentsIf you are a regular reader, you will know that on November 1, as I was having breakfast in Munich, I dropped an entire cup of tea on my netbook keyboard. This was not any ordinary tea either. It was Grippe Akut, an herbal mix for colds that looks like it is meant to scare the germs right out of your system. It was that darkish purply-red that you imagine a vampire would have if they didn’t wipe their mouth on their coat sleeve.
At first I blamed myself for the misadventure, but after thinking about it, I am blaming the teacup industry. There is nothing in the gender studies manuals that say that tea is only for dainty little fingers or hands. Yet the teacup saucer we were provided barely extended beyond the rip of the cup, making it difficult for manly hands to grapple with. Well, I do have slender hands, a contradiction to the rest of me, but even I was barely able to hold the saucer with so little to grab onto. As I was moving it from one side to the other, vroom, and the cup did a swan dive right on the keyboard. With napkins at hand, I soaked them to within a fiber of their existence.
It seemed I was going to be in the market for a new netbook, but after six days of letting it dry out, the keyboard finally starting function properly. Until then, the information it produced could have provided me with a nifty side career as a code transmitter. Too bad the Cold War is over, but maybe I could contract with cheating spouses.




