I've had some strange and infuriating computer issues lately. Not just a virus on my author homepage, a virus that I can't resolve because it's not embedded within MY computer, but the server's, GRR! But also a BRAND NEW computer that we bought last January, an HP slim that went to the Blue Screen of Death. You don't want the BSOD. You don't. It's something to do with the mother board. To me that sounds like the Big Wig alien ship came back for it's baby and I was somehow mistreating it so it went dormant until the rest of computer aliens could be rounded up for total annihilation of the... too much? Okay, my computer went Fizzle.



So, we sent it in and they sent a replacement. Yay! One month later that one went BSOD FIZZLE, and took some writing with it. (along with the first half of a URU game my husband and I were playing- doesn't HP know how hard it is to convince the man to take a break and get addicted to some software?)

Thankfully I had all my writing on back up in my gmail. A habit I got into from my old HP which is creeping toward Old Age Death. (the type of funeral I hold for those types of computers is sledge hammer) and then I make art of of the circuit boards.

So we sent it in and they sent a replacement. I thought Yay!!
I worked on this new computer for two months, at first being careful, saving files religiously, and of course eventually relaxed my habit. THE COMPUTER FIZZLED!!! It took my one near finished story with it. Sucked it into the vortex of computerdom and hugged it's against its circuits never to give it back. BSOD strikes again!!!
I sat there with my mouth hanging open. Seriously? Seriously. Three times this happened. Three times. BRAND NEW COMPUTER.

My husband's solution? Go buy a MAC. Hahaha, I can't go into debt. hahahah. bloody hell, too late. But the mac is very nice. Apparently they don't host viruses either.

So there was nothing I could do but sit and look at this derelict box that would not even turn on. This small, sleek calculating machine, this wizard with graphics, this useless piece of hardware that couldn't even mix me a drink to cool my steaming fury. I thought maybe I can gut the damn thing, harvest it for parts, see if its heart still beat from within and make a Frankenstein computer out of my old one, BUT NO! It's too bloody new! They won't jive!

Then my husband came home with sorta good news, we're still out a computer but maybe, just maybe the computer wizard at his work can take the contents off of the harddrive and hand me back my story. Okay, sure I have to swallow my pride and let the guy in on the secret that this is yes indeed an erotic story I'm dancing all around and eager to retrieve, and yes that's my pen name, and NO I won't be able to look you in the eye when you see that the title implies intense spanking scenes, But please Mr Computer guru, please hand me back my story.

Now... if I get my story I have to figure out what to do about HP and this strange new hardware I bought. Two month time limited function ability wasn't in the fine print.

Wish me luck retrieving my story. I'd love to publish it!