My laptop was getting more obnoxious by the week. Progressively getting slower, taking longer to boot up, taking longer for pretty much everything except aggravating my temper. All the symptoms of having picked up a virus, trojan or other malware from a website. But my battery of free security programs found nothing. I caved in and bought Spysweeper. It found nothing, either, and just made things even slower. :banghead:
I started noticing it felt hotter than it used to under my right wrist. Well, okay, I thought, it is over five years old, after all. More’n likely getting ready to blow the power supply or something. Before it could do that, though, it started just shutting itself off. I gather they’re made that way, to automatically shut down when the internal temperature gets too high. :bomb:
Of course, by now I was primed to use the imminent demise of the machine as an excuse to get a new one. Even started checking the BestBuy ads. But, the damn thing wouldn’t die; just kept after my goat. Last weekend the combination of aggravations got so exasperating I asked Becky if it would upset her if I got out the .38 and shot it. She said it would. So, I tabled the notion of hastening its demise. :shootem:
Today it shut itself off before I could print a letter I needed to get out. So I turned it over to have a look at the fans. A busted fan could certainly cause overheating. Couldn’t tell antyhing from looking, except they looked kind of dusty. I grabbed a can of Dust-Off and shot a blast at each fan. The first thing was a major cloud of dust flying out the vent. The second thing was one of the fans didn’t spin. It occurs to me laptops maybe consume and store dust as well as desktops, despite what seems to be a more enclosed structure and less room. And it occurs to me I may need to replace a fan. Fans are what I’ve had to replace the most on all my computers. :propeller:
Okay, okay, I’ll get to the end. At home after supper and between Olympic events I removed as many panels as I was comfortable removing and used about half a can of Dust-Off blowing through strategic locations. In the process, I dislodged a major dust-kitty that I had to slowly work out with tweezers, from behind one of the fans. Yup, it was actually keeping the fan from running. Got it all back together and the difference is incredible. :bouncy:
Sounds way better, runs way cooler, runs way faster, hasn’t shut off. Keeping fingers crossed, of course, but it’s looking (and sounding) like I’ll have to spill a cup of coffee into the keyboard if I’m gonna get me a new laptop in the near future. :mischievous:
Stinkin’ dirt, anyway. :yuck:
Outside the wind chill is about ten below zero. But, I’m here in my warm living room watching KU basketball (KU’s up by 22 with 10 minutes left) and eating chili with my sweetie. It’s sort of like heaven.
What chagrin when my browser couldn’t find the Steve and Kathie Wedding Website this evening! Checked the webhost server and the steveandkathie subdomain was simply gone. I could tell you about the live chat support dialogue and the help desk tickets, but the short of it is I added it back and it seems okay now. No explanation for the disappearance. Schitt hat pins, aye wreckin’.
Today’s spam attack included one which, incredibly, I was tempted to forward to family and friends! Instead, I’m posting it here, except for the two links for viagra and cialis. As you know, one of the techniques spammers use to get past spam filters is to add some “legit” sentences. This one had a collection almost good enough to make up for the spam; to-wit:
When ideas fail, words come in very handy. When you’re in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks. Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted. Everything in excess! To enjoy the flavor of life, take big bites. Moderation is for monks. If everything seems under control, you’re just not going fast enough. I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work. A friendship founded on business is better than a business founded on friendship. Read More »