You know the old adage, It never rains but it pours? Well, leaving aside the fact that it’s missing the crucial words “when Gordon is walking to and from work”, I have conclusive proof of its veracity today.
You see, as if all our network problems weren’t enough, my phone has now decided to do the cell phone equivalent of deciding to forsake the world, and join a religious community, spending the rest of its days in fasting and meditation—all because of a faulty software upgrade. Anyway, because of all this, it’s just a short blog today.
The conversation between my computer and me went roughly as follows:Computer: ‘Oh dear. There seems to be a system error. You’d better try again.’ Me: ‘OK. How’s that?’ ‘H’m. Looks like you’d better perform a restore operation. Of course, you’ll lose all your data if you do.’ ‘Do I have a choice?’ ‘It depends. You could smash your phone with a hammer, for instance. Would you like to try that?’ ‘All right, all right, you win. At least you can restore it from a backup, can’t you?’ ‘Sure, no problem.’ (20 minutes later) Computer: ‘Phone restored. Hey, this seems to be a new phone. Would you like to register it?’ Me: ‘It’s not a new phone! I thought you were going to restore it from a backup?’ ‘What backup?’ ‘From one of the hundreds on your hard drive!’ ‘I don’t have any backups.’ ‘Yes you do!’ ‘I so do not. You fibber.’ ‘But I backed it up every day.’ ‘Prove it. Bet you can’t.’ ‘What—you really don’t have any backups at all?’ ‘Would I lie to you?’ ‘Oh. Well, I guess I could manually add all the songs and apps and photos and—’ ‘Yeah, yeah. Spare me the whining self-pity. Do you want to get started? Or would you rather get the hammer?’ ‘No, you win. I’ll start now.’ ‘Heh, heh. Sucker.’ ‘What?’ ‘Oh, nothing. Just performing a diagnostic subroutine, or something…’
Mind you, all conversations with my computer end up like that, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
Margaret’s away (yet) again, so it’s just me and my stripped-down camera phone once more, I’m afraid. I’m still keeping up my pretty good rate of progress up the body, averaging roughly a tree a week. I’ve just started the gussets, though, which will slow me down a little from now on.
As we’ve said before, apologies for the continued difficulties in accessing the site. When Margaret comes back we’ll start looking into finding a service provider that can actually, well, provide a service. If anyone can recommend such a thing, please let me know.
Also—I’m trying to find some grey gansey yarn. Does anyone know a supplier?
Now I’m off to find a hammer and see if I can persuade my computer to see reason…