For someone who craves security and certainty, this year is proving pretty painful and, if I’m not careful, I shall break my own unwritten, now typed, rule about ***NOT BLEATING ON MY BLOG***…
……not eating on the bog.
Unhealthy, unwealthy and “Why ?”s’ll never cease,
Until I seize, from Abstract Pleas, a modicum of peace.
Hmm – so I dis(k)overed this morning that Windows XP, and even its pre-deceased, predecessor : Windows 98, will NOT converse with the elderly. Both Operating Systems claim my text-packed 3.5″ disks, created in the period-peppered period from 1991-1997, are blank and should be formatted. This is TOS. Some of them were initiated with TOS on my ST others began with Windows 3.1 and Windows 95.
I’m sure there IS a spoddy solution to re-gaining access to the files I archived (in the belief that retrieval would be a permanent possibility), but, for the moment, I must resign myself to perpetuating my estrangement from epistolary ephemera and be glad that my other odder scribblings still exist in jotted journals – slotted, blotted never plotted.
Upon returning from airing the wolfling, I aim to introduce them to my ThinkPad.
I’ve never needed “Word” before and wonder if we’ll cringe.
