2011-09-29:
So the PC wasn't all bad that I had to set up first thing this afternoon. I was expecting some nasty thing that needed a lot of work to make functional, but it had actually been wiped and reloaded prior to his purchasing it, so I only needed to harden it up and make it useable. Huh. How about that. Only took me half an hour.
So I came back here. Then out at 2:45 to see about this sound thing, and yes, the machine had in fact lost it's sound driver. Silly XP. So I reloaded that, answered her questions, and all was well. As well as a crappy old Dell 2400 can be, at the very least.
Chad picked up his laptop and left me a present, two more machines to look out. So I did. The one seems to have a pretty dead hard drive, at least when I plugged it into Mizzy's old laptop it just hung the whole thing up. At least my Mac tried. Also there was a tiny netbook like the one I turned into the Mac MiniBook that wasn't booting, but a "repair" of XP seems to have worked that out. I'm currently removing her 2 year out of date antivirus and getting it up to snuff, so at least it's a partial victory. I suppose the HD on the other could be replaced, but they can wave bye-bye to all the files on it. Backups people, I've always been an advocate for backups.
Three calls today, but one was to postpone until next week, which is fine. One was a church, but I guess more specifically a person inside the church, because having a church call someone is just ludicrous. It was my old church from so long ago, not Thomas More, but our Lady Queen. Ah, "religion" classes. Thanks for showing me exactly how twisted the Bible is, and yanking me off the path of Christianity. I couldn't have done it without you.
The plan is Saturday for the game, no Demongate, but the magic game! Good, leave the sewers behind us and let's craft us up some magic items! After killing that sewer witch that wants to grind up my horn that is. Get our phoenix back. Go give the king our answer. Pick up Epsilon's armor, and be on our way to finding the Embers Of Pyre to stop a war. We hope. To quote Captain Gloval: "Gonna be a long trip."