Why no blogs this week??

Good question . . . I had a killer blog on Monday about something I read on Foxnews about marriage that made me MAD. (I cannot remember what it was now, but the blog was awesome). Just before I finished it, I got an infamous MicroSoft blue screen, telling me something very bad happened in memory and I needed to contact my system administrator.

Since I AM my system administrator, and I laugh in the face of danger, I turned it off and turned it back on. This time a message I definitely recognized . . . Boot failure on fixed disk. In English, my hard drive would not boot the computer. I rebooted, and the same thing. The same thing. The same thing.

I turned it off for five minutes, whined about it a little, and turned it back on. IT BOOTED! I ran a chkdsk and scanned for viruses. All clean. That is generally your hard drive’s way of telling you he or she is about to depart for HD heaven. So, I started reading about hard drive cloning.

On Tuesday, I bought a new hard drive and devices to help me connect these notebook hard drives to a computer. We were going in to the forbidden area of cloning. At first, to test our madness, I cloned a piece of paper. But, alas, it was some of my tax stuff, so really nothing I wanted a clone of. Then I tried to clone a sheep . . .The British did it, and I figure if they can do it I can. But I had a hard time finding a sheep in Florence, so I had to settle for a dust bunny.

When I was confident, and ready to play Bill Gates (cuz I would never play God), I hooked up both drives on my desktop and started the free utility PC Magazine told me to use. It worked awesomely with only one glitch: Because it was the “FREE” version, it was slower than molasses. I could swear I hear Carly Simon singing Anticipation as I watched THAT ketchup bottle.

The madness took over four hours yesterday. By the time it was finished, I was in launch sequence to finish my day and get to the WF ballpark by 5. Of course, when I got there, I found out the website was wrong and the double header was going to start at 5:30. When all that was over, we cut down the outfield signs, stored them for another year, and I went to Maple Park to watch Drew finish his game.

All said and done, we got home around 10pm and I still hadn’t eaten supper. I had a small supper, in bed by 11:30, asleep by 11:40, and answering the phone at midnight because the fire alarm was going off at the church (Young Hall). But that episode needs a blog of its own.

I was back home by 12:25, and did not get back to sleep until sometime after 1:30. SO, I am writing right now on about 5 hours sleep. That could be dangerous.

And by the way: DO NOT put any Belgian chocolates near my notebook. If you ask Keith Pettigrew, he will tell you that Belgian chocolate is like “catnip for clones.” I don’t need my notebook biting anyone.