9 out of 10 monkeys believe they are not behind glass

I have been having gaming rig problems for most of the year. I thought it all started with a bad video card driver revision install in Vista when I installed back in March. Big problems. I fought it for months. Random game crashes, a whole slew of errors. Vista was a pain.

So in order to cut down on the issues, I reverted back to XP about a month ago. Still had problems. I finally conceded that I must be having a hardware problem. It had to be. The issue was so nebulous, so weird, that every time I tried to hammer it out or narrow it down, it just seemed to change shape or fail somewhere else. I tried everything. WMI repairs, driver cleanups, beta drivers, video card config, motherboard config (a bad bios flash, a new bios chip), burning candles and performing occult rights… the list is long, and dangerous, and possibly mad. But still, TF2 would crash at least once or twice a night. Regardless. Talk about frustrating.

Last week I fixed it. I pulled the memory out. I felt compelled to compare the labels. And…

THE FUCKING TIMINGS WERE DIFFERENT.

How did I miss that when I installed it (right before I installed Vista)?

Gah. What a unbelievable waste of time.

So since I fixed it, have I had a single crash in TF2? Not one.

Not only did I miss the timings, I missed the casual relationship with the issue. The memory install prior to the Vista upgrade. I made the bad assumption that my hardware was solid, it was the software at fault.

One must always remember to question one’s assumptions. Nothing is sacred, everything is questionable, especially the unquestionable.

My blog and everything associated with it was delisted from Google for a bad spam comment that made it through my akismet filter. Doh.

So I log into Google Webmaster Tools (handy to have btw) and submit a request to be re-listed.

Response:

“This request may take 3-6 weeks.”

WHAT? Wait.

Three to SIX weeks? For Google? What do they have to do? Run it through a manufacturing process with pixie dust and the hair of virginal nepalese women?

Durrrr.

By making such comments on my delisted blog, will that in turn lead to permanent banishment?

Makes one wonder.

We come from the old. The ageless. We are dark. We are lost.
We come to this. This time, before the end of all things.
And we shake our hands at the earth and scream how dare us.
And we shake our hands at the heavens and ask what can we dare.
And we toss our lot with the greater good. Knowing it is filled with fault.
We are the snake charmers without charm. We are the wistful without wit.
We are a contradiction known.
This is the time we say we have found our way.
We think we are the light.
We think we know the path.
We are mistaken.

• Just read John Hughes died at 59 while walking in Manhattan. Ferris Bueller shaped my teen years… RIP. #

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