| dear USB ports: I hate you |
 dear USB ports: I hate you
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Dec. 15th, 2010 @ 07:45 am 
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So, my current laptop has three USB ports. 1 (front left; is a USB 3.0 port), 2 (back right), 3 (front right). (2 and 3 are USB 2.0.)
For no apparent reason, ports 1 and 2 stopped working. Anything plugged into them got USB power but the computer didn't recognise them as devices. (Tested with my mouse and a pocket hard drive.)
I've managed to fix port 1, by reinstalling the USB 3 drivers, but the others are proving more challenging.
Then I had to leave it for a bit, because I was going out, to the house of friends who are moving. I'm now writing this at their place. They're shifting stuff to the new place this morning; I'm supervising their infant son so they don't have to to try and juggle a four-month-old baby while they do their stuff-shifting.
I have, in this process, realised something about just how much I pretend to be a grownup.
While they were getting ready to leave, I was sitting on the couch with my laptop. (Baby is currently asleep.)
The instant they left, I moved to sit cross-legged on the floor instead, with my computer on the coffee table in front of me.
My non-grownupness is such that I STILL haven't adjusted to sitting in a proper chair. I find them just too boring.
... meanwhile, if this were Supernatural, I would be about to die horribly (although the baby would be fine, even if his cot ended up stained with my blood). The house is silent, and there's a weird noise coming from the ceiling.
This being reality, I'm pretty sure it's a possum or something in the roof, but in case I'm wrong: whoever finds my corpse and looks at my open laptop to find what happened, IT WAS IN THE CEILING.
Meanwhile again, in "that's going to be disconcerting" news: Heard a crying baby. Thought it sounded distant and not quite like baby J's cry, but went to check anyway; baby I'm supervising is fast asleep. Crying baby is presumably next door.
I am sitting here listening out for crying babies. Having the wrong baby cry is messing with my head, I feel like I should be checking on him even though I know he's fine and fast asleep and gah...
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December 15th, 2010 11:52 am (UTC) |
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... meanwhile, if this were Supernatural, I would be about to die horribly (although the baby would be fine, even if his cot ended up stained with my blood). The house is silent, and there's a weird noise coming from the ceiling.
This being reality, I'm pretty sure it's a possum or something in the roof, but in case I'm wrong: whoever finds my corpse and looks at my open laptop to find what happened, IT WAS IN THE CEILING.
*takes note for when the hot FBI agents come around asking questions*
I sympathise on the chairs. I have so much trouble with 'ordinary' chairs that I persuaded work to get me an 'ergonomic' kneel sit chair. And now, I have lots of excuse to fidget and move around all day, and I don't have the same amount of pain! I *can* use a standard chair, but I Don't Want To (pout).
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December 17th, 2010 01:16 am (UTC) |
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Sam and Dean, if you're reading this, you totally need to also fly back to America and speak to me about this immediately
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