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Jun. 8th, 2005 04:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miko2I watched my dvds of Weird Sisters and Soul Music this last week. It makes me wish there was a live action full-budge movie based on one of Terry Pratchett's books. In recent years we've had Lord of the Rings, the Harry Potter franchise, the Series of Unfortunate Events movie, Hitchhiker's Guide, and coming up The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. When is someone going to realize that a Pratchett novel might make a very funny movie, provided you don't screw it up horribly of course?
Tom started asking me who would play Nanny Ogg and who would play Granny Weatherwax, etc., but I'm no good at those sort of guessing games. I don't follow Hollywood well enough to know who might make a good Granny Weatherwax.
Last Thursday my comic shop guy lent to me a cd by a woman who calls herself M.I.A. She's a rap singer from Sri Lanka, if I remember correctly, living in the UK right now I guess. Anyway, Sri Lankan rap music. Interesting. I figured I should let Sky hear it. I popped it into my car stereo and listened to it on the way to work, and then I showed it to Cornelius. He kept it, and I thought, well, he might listen to it before he leaves (usually I get there at 4pm, he leaves at 5pm). But he didn't listen to it, he just stuck it in his drawer. I was thinking, you know, I didn't really plan to lend it to him, it's not mine to begin with and I'd only had it for a few hours. But then I thought, well, he'll listen to it tomorrow. So I let him keep it overnight.
The next day when I got there I asked if he'd listened to it and he said no. And I should have just asked for it back, but I didn't. Then he went home. I checked his drawer, but it wasnt' there anymore, he'd taken it home with him for the weekend.
On Monday he was gone when I got to work, but the cd was in my top drawer, so apparently he'd listened to it and I got it back. On Tuesday he was gone again when I got to work -- so I still don't know what he thought about it.
I've been in a bad mood the last two days at work. I like to come in and get right to work, but for the last two days that's been impossible.
Monday my computer was flipping out on me. It kept popping up a window asking me to log into one of our servers, but no login would work. Then it would crash my folder that I keep open with all of my rate program shortcuts. Ron the computer guy came over, and speculated that it was trying to reach the internet, that I had a virus (something had told him my computer had a virus at some point that day). My home page was set to some weird url with spider in the title. I had no idea what it was, but I don't surf the web from work, so I'd never set my home page to anything. Nor did I allow anyone else access to my computer who might have done such a thing. Ron thought that Gary (the guy who uses my computer in the daytime) had downloaded a virus somehow. He started up a virus scan and then left. The virus scan found nothing, and my computer was still crashing weirdly, so Nancy called Ron and he had her remove my computer from the network and then add it again, and that seemed to fix everything. I even made fun of all the other suggestions he'd had earlier about a virus and the like.
Tuesday, however, when I turned my computer on it crashed big time. When it reached the point where my desktop should appear, it would hit an explorer.exe error of some kind, and I'd wind up with no desktop -- my wallpaper was there, but no toolbar, no start button, no shortcuts, nothing to click on other than the desktop itself. Ron was downstairs fixing the scanner, and when he was done he came up and started looking at my computer, and he wound up having to do a partial reinstall of Win XP -- repaired it somehow, then went into the registry and found things that shouldn't be there, went onto the web and found a description that matched the bug he'd found fairly closely (it seemed to be a variant I guess), and in the end was only able to delete the virus after he'd renamed it and rebooted the computer. Somewhere along the line explorer was messed up, and he said he had to install server pack 2, but he didn't have his disk with him, so he was downloading it from the internet. And once again he left with my computer in the middle of something. He said to click all the install stuff when it was done downloading, but in fact the download ran into an error as soon as it was done. Apparently our network security interferred somehow, Ron will have to install with his disk tomorrow.
The upshot of all of this was that for the second day I couldn't just sit down at my desk and work, and in fact I had to work at a different desk for half the night. And you know what that means... monitor in the wrong place, keyboard in the wrong place at the wrong height, wrong keyboard entirely, wrong programs on the computer. A big mess. (Roxanne's keyboard is one of these old ones we still have for some of the billers, with a split spacebar, where the left half of the spacebar is actually a backspace instead. I always hit the spacebar with my left thumb... so these specialized keyboards are the bane of my existence.)
The other thing here is that around two years ago, maybe a little less, Ron instituted some very stern policies regarding unauthorized web surfing and using work e-mail for uses other than work related. Like some, I had taken these policies seriously. I don't have an external work e-mail anyway, only internal (which is okay since I work at night and don't need to e-mail any of our customers or business partners). And I haven't surfed the web from work since the new policies were put in place. (I can't access most of the web anyway). But others have pretty much ignored the new rules and continue to do whatever they want, including the guy I share a computer with. When Ron checked the properties of the virus, it showed that the owner was Gary. ^_^ So I'm officially off the hook, lol. But really, those rules exist for a reason -- Ron spent something like six hours over the last two days fixing my computer, and he's not done yet, and Nancy was working on it with him for a couple of hours. And believe me, they have better things to do.
Sharing a computer with someone else sucks. Especially sharing a computer with an idiot.
Tom started asking me who would play Nanny Ogg and who would play Granny Weatherwax, etc., but I'm no good at those sort of guessing games. I don't follow Hollywood well enough to know who might make a good Granny Weatherwax.
Last Thursday my comic shop guy lent to me a cd by a woman who calls herself M.I.A. She's a rap singer from Sri Lanka, if I remember correctly, living in the UK right now I guess. Anyway, Sri Lankan rap music. Interesting. I figured I should let Sky hear it. I popped it into my car stereo and listened to it on the way to work, and then I showed it to Cornelius. He kept it, and I thought, well, he might listen to it before he leaves (usually I get there at 4pm, he leaves at 5pm). But he didn't listen to it, he just stuck it in his drawer. I was thinking, you know, I didn't really plan to lend it to him, it's not mine to begin with and I'd only had it for a few hours. But then I thought, well, he'll listen to it tomorrow. So I let him keep it overnight.
The next day when I got there I asked if he'd listened to it and he said no. And I should have just asked for it back, but I didn't. Then he went home. I checked his drawer, but it wasnt' there anymore, he'd taken it home with him for the weekend.
On Monday he was gone when I got to work, but the cd was in my top drawer, so apparently he'd listened to it and I got it back. On Tuesday he was gone again when I got to work -- so I still don't know what he thought about it.
I've been in a bad mood the last two days at work. I like to come in and get right to work, but for the last two days that's been impossible.
Monday my computer was flipping out on me. It kept popping up a window asking me to log into one of our servers, but no login would work. Then it would crash my folder that I keep open with all of my rate program shortcuts. Ron the computer guy came over, and speculated that it was trying to reach the internet, that I had a virus (something had told him my computer had a virus at some point that day). My home page was set to some weird url with spider in the title. I had no idea what it was, but I don't surf the web from work, so I'd never set my home page to anything. Nor did I allow anyone else access to my computer who might have done such a thing. Ron thought that Gary (the guy who uses my computer in the daytime) had downloaded a virus somehow. He started up a virus scan and then left. The virus scan found nothing, and my computer was still crashing weirdly, so Nancy called Ron and he had her remove my computer from the network and then add it again, and that seemed to fix everything. I even made fun of all the other suggestions he'd had earlier about a virus and the like.
Tuesday, however, when I turned my computer on it crashed big time. When it reached the point where my desktop should appear, it would hit an explorer.exe error of some kind, and I'd wind up with no desktop -- my wallpaper was there, but no toolbar, no start button, no shortcuts, nothing to click on other than the desktop itself. Ron was downstairs fixing the scanner, and when he was done he came up and started looking at my computer, and he wound up having to do a partial reinstall of Win XP -- repaired it somehow, then went into the registry and found things that shouldn't be there, went onto the web and found a description that matched the bug he'd found fairly closely (it seemed to be a variant I guess), and in the end was only able to delete the virus after he'd renamed it and rebooted the computer. Somewhere along the line explorer was messed up, and he said he had to install server pack 2, but he didn't have his disk with him, so he was downloading it from the internet. And once again he left with my computer in the middle of something. He said to click all the install stuff when it was done downloading, but in fact the download ran into an error as soon as it was done. Apparently our network security interferred somehow, Ron will have to install with his disk tomorrow.
The upshot of all of this was that for the second day I couldn't just sit down at my desk and work, and in fact I had to work at a different desk for half the night. And you know what that means... monitor in the wrong place, keyboard in the wrong place at the wrong height, wrong keyboard entirely, wrong programs on the computer. A big mess. (Roxanne's keyboard is one of these old ones we still have for some of the billers, with a split spacebar, where the left half of the spacebar is actually a backspace instead. I always hit the spacebar with my left thumb... so these specialized keyboards are the bane of my existence.)
The other thing here is that around two years ago, maybe a little less, Ron instituted some very stern policies regarding unauthorized web surfing and using work e-mail for uses other than work related. Like some, I had taken these policies seriously. I don't have an external work e-mail anyway, only internal (which is okay since I work at night and don't need to e-mail any of our customers or business partners). And I haven't surfed the web from work since the new policies were put in place. (I can't access most of the web anyway). But others have pretty much ignored the new rules and continue to do whatever they want, including the guy I share a computer with. When Ron checked the properties of the virus, it showed that the owner was Gary. ^_^ So I'm officially off the hook, lol. But really, those rules exist for a reason -- Ron spent something like six hours over the last two days fixing my computer, and he's not done yet, and Nancy was working on it with him for a couple of hours. And believe me, they have better things to do.
Sharing a computer with someone else sucks. Especially sharing a computer with an idiot.
