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Name: Matthew
Country: United States
State: Indiana
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Birthday: 1/5/1983
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Saturday, January 24, 2004

Encounters with a Stone Cold Hoochie

 

Amber first told me of the current computer problems on Wednesday 21st. Many errors were appearing in Internet Explorer, programs were crashing, Windows refused to copy/paste/cut or even send files to a floppy drive, and the virus checking program dissapeared on startup. Then, the killer blow to any uncertainty that I had came when she told me that the computer refused to show her the files within the Program Files folder; it knew they were there, but no icons would load. After confering with Craig and my brother we are all pretty certain that either Satan had returned to earth inside a Gateway laptop, or she had a virus. Seeing as how defeating one might be easier than the other, we prepared to reformat on Friday evening.

Amber had left the computer disconnected from the network and turned off. I booted it up, and all of the same symptoms persisted. We reformatted, deleted a previously (accidentally) installed partition, and installed Win 2000 Pro. After a series of installing the new service pack, virus software, a personal firewall, and some other ad-catching programs, she proceeeded to recover her files from floppies. A job well done.

 

WRONG. Despite our best efforts, if indeed this is a virus and not a hard drive error (scan disk tells us nothing, really...) then the virus is back. Eighteen hours after reformat/reinstall/and increased protection, symptoms have begun to return. First the virus checking program turned off immediately after startup. Then, a few reboots and fiddling with settings later, the personal firewall went down. Incidentally, the firewall had done a good job blocking a very buggy network - more than 80+ attacks and probes in less than a day. After the Program Files folder once again went down and all my attempts at restoring the virus checker to its proper place failed, I deemed it the STONE COLD HOOCHIE VIRUS. It wants something, it's tearing down the defenses, and it won't go away!

Earlier today, I conferred with my brother and then with Craig, and they seem to agree that it could be a boot virus that reinstalled itself at some point when the firewall and virus checker were disabled, or at startup (albeit strange and unlikely); that, or it is a hard drive error ... But why it would wait 2 weeks of solid running after transport, and then another 18 hours after a reformat to show this problem is beyond me. So, to begin with, I am going to search the registry for this STONE COLD HOOCHIE VIRUS and attempt to disable it. I rather wish I was dealing with Satan at this point ... at least we know what he wants.

UPDATE:

It seems that this is the beginning of the end. After checking the registry and finding no suspicious interlopers, Clark suggested that perhaps the incorrectly installed virus checker was causing a conflict. (I had inadvertently checked the "managed" instead of "unmanaged" box upon install, causing it to never update, among other things). Since it is evil, and can only be removed with a password that I don't have, we decided to use the Windows Repair utility, which basically resets the registry... and this is now where the tale must sadly end, because we found out from this tool that the hard drive is corrupt, and Windows refuses to repair it. Maybe it has a wobble, or maybe it is scratched, or maybe this is just its time. However it happens, the hard drive on Amber's laptop will be gone soon. Already it has begun to ignore commands to copy and paste, as before. This is no virus -- this is our old nemesis ENTROPY, and there doesn't seem to be any stopping it.

New drives for this computer run $90.00 to $280.00. Sadly, neither of us have any money at the moment. The computer will have to do its best, suffer out its existence, and hold the line. We're prayin' for ya', little buddy!

 

 


Wednesday, January 21, 2004

I present to you another poem:

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Fist


I have been here before, this crystal palace
And today feels like the windows have been broken
Errant children have shattered … no, this is silly
I will not cry over milk that was never meant for me
So what if one friend is smarter, one engaged
One so sure of his career that he can taste it.
But in turning the magnifying glass on myself
I see a spoiled yet poor boy with delusions of grandeur
my soul’s neighbor (the Grades) echo selfsame truth.
What on earth have I accomplished? So little in so much
Effort. A book it might be, but no worthy life unexaggerated.
A second job, get religion, more studying … a career?
My effort, might be drown in beer now, for all it seems worth
Solace rests only in a brief repose, and small consolations.
Once again I feel unworthy. I am. Little Victories all over.
The equation doesn’t balance; I am the misplaced variable.
Poetry … what is this useless collection of wasted moments?
You should be studying, I hear. Others are smarter.
Best study hard, try to keep up. What, you? Worthy?
Laughter bubbles up unheard in my red ears and low heart.
Hush now. All man’s troubles are not yours. Rest now: Have courage,
I hear. But do I obey? I try to listen before work today.
Tis’ courageous grief under which I labor. Life’s labor lost?
Well, now here we are, aren’t we? Fist on my face, staring
Desk, wall, floor. The air is full of God, and dust, and loneliness.
And here before you, at another judgment, is me. Just me.
What do we make of a near-built thing?


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Sunday, January 18, 2004

The fact that someone had the nerve/drunken state of mind to pull the fire alarm at 3:30AM last night is ... bothersome to my sleep. It was probably just a fuse on the master, since only the hall buzzer went off, and not the room alarms. Hmph. I did sleep like a baby after that though! :-p


Saturday, January 17, 2004

It is snowing again. Yes, you probably will groan because I am up before noon on a Saturday. I woke up around 8:15. Typical for me. What is sad is that the bank has taken to putting a "+" infront of their temperature readings. In that way we can know that it is positive 16 degrees outside, rather than -16. Gee ... thanks. Not like the difference between ZERO and NEGATIVE SIXTEEN is all that big anyway, but thanks.


Wednesday, January 14, 2004

I don't like professor Weaire. He told us today that the shall/will distinction didn't matter, since it is used differently around the country. What's next, can/may, ought/should, through/threw/thought? This is one of the reasons why I am taking Latin: to learn correct grammar and English. Well, to better mine, at least.



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