Two 1gb memory sticks have been ordered, as has a new hard drive. I tried to fire up the old desktop today to make sure I had everything off it I wanted, and it was ALL dead. Nothing left to do but go through its clothes and look for loose change. And so, of course, I wrote a poem, if “poem” is the word I want.
SONG OF THE GEEK
by Marian Allen
My computer wasn’t loading
Wasn’t booting up the system
Wasn’t booting, but was hanging,
Hanging, showing module failure.
A corruption in the OS?
After all, it was Mandriva.
Known, Mandriva, to be buggy.
So I reinstalled Mandriva.
Days went by without a problem
Then, once more, bootloader problems.
Many were the online fora
I perused in search of answers
Many were the Linux gurus’
Brains I picked in vain for guidance.
Many were the Linux flavors
I downloaded, but all failed me.
Maybe if I start with “format”….
Wiped the drive and all my data.
Nothing but Mandriva loaded.
Who knew hard drives mate forever?
Now I’m thinking, “Hard drive failure.”
Now I’ve ordered up a new one.
Now I’ve ordered RAM sticks mighty.
Mighty RAM sticks, nice bare hard drive.
Soon, I will install the hard drive,
Pop in place the mighty RAM sticks.
Soon, I will install the Linux —
Mint, Ubuntu, XUbuntu —
Possibly some other distro.
But it will not be Mandriva.
Stay tuned, boys and girls.
Meanwhile, I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies with the promise of blood on the countertop and at The Write Type on the subject of Sue Grafton scraping poop off her shoes.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character has to replace a tool he or she has used for a long time with success and satisfaction.