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And the Swearing Goes On

Operation Upgrade Home Computer is not going well. Not going well at all.

I'm at the point where I want to kick myself for not leaving well enough alone, but with 80 combined gigs we really were out of space and needed more; the most logical thing was to install a bigger drive.

Oh Logic, how you love snickering behind my back.

Instead of falling for a slick piece of hardware that promised to be "better" and "make life easier," I should have gone to a blood letter and pulled my fingernails from my skin with pliers while being set afire. That would have been less painful and less time consuming.

It would also make for better blogging.

Because now my old IDE boot drive has thrown a fit and how dare I replace it with a younger, blonder, celluloid-free model. No promises or flowers I give it will make it talk to the rest of my computer.

And the other drive, the old IDE non-boot drive, will only allow XP to install so far on it. But not far enough to actually boot into anything. Oh no, that would be giving in too easily. Instead what it should do is load XP halfway and then restart the computer. That is much handier, thanks.

I could: [a] throw the computer at the geeks in the geek store and withstand them pitying me and my lack of testosterone; [b] upgrade my mainboard (and CPU) (and power source) (and who knows what else) in hopes the new drive would work with the newer pieces; [c] sell the SATA drive on eBay and get myself a working IDE drive; or [d] fill it with potting soil and grow tomatoes--who really needs a computer at home anyway?