| Thursday, September 23, 2004 |
 | I've got that quiet buzz of achievement thing going down. Actually, it's a buzz of exhaustion and a compelling need to get out of this office. But the day began in a blaze of competence.
My laptop refused to recognise its own hard drive and sat, unhappily attempting to boot from optical. Since this contained the DVD of Shaun of the Dead, I didn't fancy its chances. Although an OS derived from a boot from a zomromcom would almost certainly be mighty. I mean, what would an operating system designed by zombies look like?
Yeah, you got it. Well done. Gold star.
Anyway. After a brief fiddle with the BIOS, I decided that a more systematic analysis was required, so I picked the little bugger up and gave it a good shake. From the rattling, I deduced that the securing screw had come out of the hard drive caddie, and it had unplugged itself. Borrowed screwdriver from IT department, bish bosh, pop it back in, make good, bit of lacing round the edges and the cocking <i>arsebastard</i> still didn't work. Which meant it was time for the curative fallback: turning it off and back on again while calling it a shitter. Worked first time.
PH34R my skills.
1 Comments:
Percussive and Insultative Maintenance - is there an O'Reilly available?
And what would the animal on the front be?
Magnificent post. Thankyou.
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