With all due respect and apologies to John Steinbeck (and William Shakespeare), the title of this post seems appropriate at the moment. While I’m an unapologetic cynic, I generally don’t like to complain about anything that could be construed as “personal”. We all have bad days or weeks or even years, I suppose, so it’s usually best to just suck it up and move on. Nobody wants to hear about our little setbacks. As they say (especially in this part of the country), things could always be worse.
My fellow western New Yorkers usually say that – that “things could be worse” – when the conversation turns to things like the weather. While our weather does, indeed, suck, it could be “worse”. Last I knew, we hadn’t had any major floods. Or mudslides. Or brush fires. Or hurricanes or tornadoes. And it’s highly unlikely that we’ll ever see a major earthquake or tsunami. So when you meet someone you know in the local grocery store and they start bitching about the cold and snow and 40 mph winds, you always respond by saying that “things could be worse”. Actually, that’s the standard comeback for a lot of things around these parts. Aside from the weather, it could be the cost of living or taxes or even photographic opportunities. While all of these things do, as I said, suck, life could always be worse. Like if the planet exploded or if Michelle Bachmann were elected president, that would be worse.
Unfortunately, sometimes it actually does get worse. And sometimes it seems personal, like the universe is conspiring against you, and only against you. Now, I can handle the weather (to a point, anyway). I can even live with the fact that when it’s snowing or raining (as it is right now) and we’re having wind gusts up to 50 mph, there really is no point in going outside with a camera. Hell, there’s no point in going out at all. But some things I don’t handle very well.
I don’t like it, for example, when the water heater decides to self-destruct early on a Sunday morning. Ever try to replace a water heater on a Sunday morning? Not fun. How come that stuff never happens during the week? I don’t know about you, but I really, really hate water messes.
I’m also not terribly fond of getting hit with large, unexpected bills (no, not the water heater). That’ll ruin your day in a hurry. Not to mention putting a large dent in your bank account.
And then, of course, there was (is) the “computer issue”. Back last summer I decided it was time to replace my old PC (a Windows XP machine). For a while, I thought about getting a Mac. Almost did, in fact. Apple certainly has a great reputation. It was the cost that turned me off. Besides, I’d never had a problem with Windows XP. So I bought a new laptop running Windows 7 (64 bit). Most of the time, it works great. Lightroom and PS run very fast on it.
Recently, however, I started to experience the fabled Blue Screens of Death (BSOD). If you use Windows, you probably have had some experience with these little traumas. They happen. But usually they’re rare. You might get one or two a year. I had one with my old XP system over about a 5 year period. On the new system, I’ve had over 30 events since October. Many of these have been in the last month or so. Like the messy hot water heater, not fun. At least there’s an obvious solution to the hot water heater problem. Not so with the BSOD’s.
I think maybe I’ve found the answer. Hey, I’m online at the moment, right? It appears to be an inocuous little driver (iastor.sys) that controls hard drives (internal and external). When I completely disconnect the external drives, nothing happens (no BSOD’s). Now all I need to do is figure out how to permanently correct it. Online support, by the way, has not been very helpful. Like the weather, it sucked.
Shoulda bought the damn Mac………