Confused
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Are you sitting comfortably, children? Yes, right, so I shall begin.
One Saturday in early February in the distant past, in the year of 2003, there was a person called Confused. On this day, he had many many things go wrong. This is the tale of his problems, which has been passed on from generation to generation over the ages. My memory is a little rusty in my old age, so please bear with me.
It all started when Confused woke up on this Saturday morning. I say woke up, it was more like woken up, by the evil woman, known to everyone as his mother. He was woken up by a package thrown on top of him, which, when opened, turned out to be a USB Sync cable for his Compaq iPAQ PocketPC. And so, with this cable, started the beginning of....
The Day Of Despair
After waking up properly, Confused set about the simple task of setting up the cable to sync the iPAQ to the computer which was to go in his car, for playing these things called MP3s. This is a very old form of music storage and playback, nowhere near as sophisticated as the implanted wave generator things all you young whippersnappers have nowadays.
Anyway, back to the story. Young Confused tried for a long time to get this working, so that the PocketPC would sync with the computer, however, there was no joy. However, plugging it into the other computer he has, which was used for those really old style "computer game" things, you know the ones in all those antique stores, the ones where you have to view it on some kind of illuminated screen, and control it with weird things with hundreds of keys and buttons on, that move around on a desk, well...by plugging this cable into that thing, it worked fine.
Wondering what was going on, Confused decided to upgrade the....operating system....yes, that's the name....operating system on the in-car computer thingy, to the next model up, something that came out at the turn of that previous Millennium. After doing this, and having that thing called....electricity....go out half way through, and having to redo it from the beginning, he finally got that operating system back on. After doing that, the sync cable still wouldn't work.
Now children, comes the first scary part, and I suggest those with a weak disposition shield your ears for this part....the hard drive started making this horrible noise!
Click! Click! Click! Click!
And on and on this clicking went, never relenting, until the power was pulled on that contraption.
And the hard drive was no more. All that was left was that awful clicking, every time from then on that it was plugged in.
And as if that was enough to go through on one day, that was only half of the story. For the next part is no less shocking, and caused Confused no less pain and anguish.
When the time came that day for the stats to be run for a little project called "Seventeen Or Bust", which was looking for Sierpiniski primes, that night, there was a faint smell in the room. Confused opened the window, and the smell was gone. However, something was still not right. The stats that had run were stuck. There was no moving forward, the data was not being sorted properly.
Also, that operating system thingy on that computer had also messed itself up. Something, unknown to Confused, had screwed it up. Could it have been the electricity going out 3 times that day that had messed it up? No one knew. All Confused knew was that this called for reinstalling of the operating system on that computer too.
That is where the story so far ends, Gramps is getting tired now. Come back tomorrow, and I will tell you the outcome of the story...
zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Had to let that out of the system 😉
One Saturday in early February in the distant past, in the year of 2003, there was a person called Confused. On this day, he had many many things go wrong. This is the tale of his problems, which has been passed on from generation to generation over the ages. My memory is a little rusty in my old age, so please bear with me.
It all started when Confused woke up on this Saturday morning. I say woke up, it was more like woken up, by the evil woman, known to everyone as his mother. He was woken up by a package thrown on top of him, which, when opened, turned out to be a USB Sync cable for his Compaq iPAQ PocketPC. And so, with this cable, started the beginning of....
The Day Of Despair
After waking up properly, Confused set about the simple task of setting up the cable to sync the iPAQ to the computer which was to go in his car, for playing these things called MP3s. This is a very old form of music storage and playback, nowhere near as sophisticated as the implanted wave generator things all you young whippersnappers have nowadays.
Anyway, back to the story. Young Confused tried for a long time to get this working, so that the PocketPC would sync with the computer, however, there was no joy. However, plugging it into the other computer he has, which was used for those really old style "computer game" things, you know the ones in all those antique stores, the ones where you have to view it on some kind of illuminated screen, and control it with weird things with hundreds of keys and buttons on, that move around on a desk, well...by plugging this cable into that thing, it worked fine.
Wondering what was going on, Confused decided to upgrade the....operating system....yes, that's the name....operating system on the in-car computer thingy, to the next model up, something that came out at the turn of that previous Millennium. After doing this, and having that thing called....electricity....go out half way through, and having to redo it from the beginning, he finally got that operating system back on. After doing that, the sync cable still wouldn't work.
Now children, comes the first scary part, and I suggest those with a weak disposition shield your ears for this part....the hard drive started making this horrible noise!
Click! Click! Click! Click!
And on and on this clicking went, never relenting, until the power was pulled on that contraption.
And the hard drive was no more. All that was left was that awful clicking, every time from then on that it was plugged in.
And as if that was enough to go through on one day, that was only half of the story. For the next part is no less shocking, and caused Confused no less pain and anguish.
When the time came that day for the stats to be run for a little project called "Seventeen Or Bust", which was looking for Sierpiniski primes, that night, there was a faint smell in the room. Confused opened the window, and the smell was gone. However, something was still not right. The stats that had run were stuck. There was no moving forward, the data was not being sorted properly.
Also, that operating system thingy on that computer had also messed itself up. Something, unknown to Confused, had screwed it up. Could it have been the electricity going out 3 times that day that had messed it up? No one knew. All Confused knew was that this called for reinstalling of the operating system on that computer too.
That is where the story so far ends, Gramps is getting tired now. Come back tomorrow, and I will tell you the outcome of the story...
zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Had to let that out of the system 😉
