The Microsoft Surface, that is.
Yesterday was a two-fer day for blog posts.
I kinda felt bad about leaving you in the dark on all the funny things that happened over the last week, so you got an extra one. Part of my radio silence was from giving our poor sick Little Guy lots of extra attention.
And part of it was because of conversations like this:
Yes, I know how to tell when my display driver crashed. I know what a display driver is. And I know how to update them.
I also know that if my GPU is becoming akin to burnt toast, then I have to replace the entire laptop sooner rather than later [the one upside of a desktop, in my opinion - your GPU isn't soldered onto the motherboard ... wait, did I really just type those words?!].
I'm also too lazy to do my own computer maintenance sometimes.
Besides, why deprive Mr. Dude of some time to tinker around, à la car mechanic?
So in the meantime, I'm dealing with a slightly cantankerous machine that thinks it's getting too old for the likes of 30 internet browser tabs being open at once, despite the fact that this multi-tasking mama needs it to keep chugging along.
And then Mr. Dude brought home a Microsoft Surface that a friend had let him borrow.
I think my little HP notebook could tell that I was oohing and aahing over another machine, and it must have gotten jealous because it is running ... as ... slowly ... as ... molasses ... in ... January ... today.
Maybe it just needs another cup of coffee?
Nope, that'd be this mama who needs another cup of coffee.
This machine is gonna get Windows 7 reinstalled and all the drivers updated by my personal Geek Squad this weekend. And then we can all celebrate its restoration to good health.
Oh, the joys of owning PCs and being married to a PC tech., no?