Saturday, June 28, 2008

Vista Nonsense

I haven't posted in awhile, and now I'm only posting on the off-chance that someone still looks at this blog from time to time.

My copy of Windows keeps pestering me to install Windows Vista. I'm assuming that I have some kind of evaluation copy, but it doesn't say that anywhere. I put in a legitimate key and it says it has been activated successfully but then it just displays the old key and pesters me. I have an installation disc for Home Premium, but the only option it gives me is to erase everything and do a fresh install. Fuck you, if I wanted to do that I would have done it long ago.

I'm sure that's what I'll end up doing anyway. Trying vainly to back up everything knowing that I'm going to lose a ton of data that I don't even really think about anymore. Preferences, website history, saved passwords, the works. And of course I have no idea if the version I end up installing will actually work or if it will just continue to pester me with bullshit about upgrading. Windows help does nothing and best of all they want you to pay them for even basic support.

At this point I'm almost completely done with Windows. I may just put it on there for the most minimum game support, then use some flavor of Linux for everything else. The fact that they even have some weird kind of time-limited license is bad enough, but the fact that there is no really good explanation for how to upgrade is inexcusable. I should be able to put in my legitimate key, it downloads some updates and I'm done, but instead it wants me to start from scratch.

Total horseshit.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Addendum to Up a Level


I think I'm going to start
a series of programming books called "What the fuck does this mean?"

I will be a co-author.

I will sit in a room with an expert programmer. I will hand them a basic tutorial question and they will write out a small response. Then they will hand it back to me.

Then I will scream "What the fuck does this mean?" And I'll hand it back to them.

They will re-write it. And hand it back to me. And I'll scream again. This will continue until I'm satisfied that what they have handed me is a coherent sentence and not some recursive brain-melting word problem.

The whole book will be written in this manner.

I may have to escalate to electric shocks during the process.