Yeah, my computer woes are annoying enough to share.
So I ordered a new computer built because my old one was making funny noises and after six years of faithful service, retirement seemed like the best option.
A good thing to know about this tale is that the computer shop involved is about 300 meters from where I live. Thankfully.
My good pal Mr. Mollusc (yes, that IS his nickname. He calls me Squeakseal due to a pun on my name in combination with the fact that I make squeaky noises when people tickle me. There was some equally logical reason behind his nickname but I’ve forgotten) helped me carry the comp home and started setting it up while I whipped up a pie as thanks. However, when he turned it on the monitor only showed a black screen and didn’t seem to even get any electricity. He called his comp-savvy friend who just went “bzuh?” after Mollusc had assured him that he had tried every possible connection. Gaaaah.
After he hang up, I poked some at the chord going into the monitor from the comp, just to make sure but not really hoping. Aaaand the screen came alive! Woot! I had to unscrew the things keeping it in place and wiggle it some though. At first everything was red, then blue, then after some more wiggling it looked fine. Excellent!
… and then when our common friend Klintan came over as well I had to go and wiggle it some more because I of course wanted the screws in so that it was properly stuck.
… and the screen died. Completely. Not even hooking it up to the old computer made it live again.
At this point both Mollusc and Klintan thought it was best to start giving me random backrubs every other minute because of the twitchy motions of my eyebrows.
So off we were to the three computer stores in central town to find a cheap new monitor. Ended up with one from the store that sold me the new computer, and they gave me a discount since “we’ll say you bought it with the comp for a packet price”. They had had it on display earlier so he checked to make sure all the cables were there.
We go back home and start hooking it up.
“… where’s the plug on this contact? There’s no hole like this on the monitor.”
An adapter was missing. Mollusc headed back to the store to see if they could find it. And Klintan and me waited… and waited… and started to worry because the movie we had decided to go see in the cinema was going to start in half an hour.
When we called Mollusc it turned out that the poor guy in the store was tearing up their storage space looking for the damn adapter. Finally the two of us went to get the movie tickets in the meantime, then headed to the store. The guy had found an alternative adapter that ought to work, so they gave us that and we headed off to the cinema.
While in the snacks queue, I got a call from the store (twenty minutes past their closing time, mind you) that they had found the real adapter, so I rushed back there, thanked them profusely and got the real thing.
And back home everything was pretty-shiny.
Maybe a little too shiny. I can see my windows reflected in the screen, as well as my fingers in the frame as I type. Guh. Oh well, it works and it’s pretty.
… and today I found that my printer refuses to install. E-mailing tech support revealed that it’s so old it’s not “officially compatible” (oookay) with WIndows 7, but I can try to manually install it and fool it to thinking it’s being installed on Vista or XP instead. LATER.
Oh yeah, and a few weeks back the fan in my dear old PS2 gave up the spirit after nine years. I fear what my Wii will do on his end after all of this.