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Computer Trouble…

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007

Okay, so the reason I haven’t posted anything new recently is that my computer has basically screwed me over.  I woke up on Saturday morning and decided to plug in one of my spare hard drives to my computer.  This didn’t go so well.  I plugged in the 40gb drive and turned the PC on.  Bios detected nothing, and also my DVD rom had vanished.  I unplugged the HDD, and I eventually figured out that the DVD drive’s IDE cable had come out…on Sunday evening.  Lol… Sunday morning, I turned on my computer, logged in at the login screen (of Windows, unfortunately), and BOOM.  Windows logs me out as soon as I caught a glimpse of my desktop.  I tried logging in to the guest account too, but the same thing happened.  I researched the problem on a different computer, and came to the conclusion that one of my antispyware programs had removed a vital windows file because some piece of adware or spyware renamed it.  This caused the login/logout loop.  The solution was to copy over a new copy of the file from the Windows recovery console.  Only problem was, I hadn’t figured out my IDE cable issue on the DVD drive yet, so I thought I was locked out entirely.  I spent like four hours trying to get my computer’s BIOS to let me boot from my usb drive and stick a new copy of the file into the system32 folder, but it was to no avail.  Eventually I rechecked all the cables in the computer and discovered the unplugged IDE cable, and fixed it.  I tried the solution that was posted in multiple forums, to recopy the .exe into the system32 folder.  Unfortunately, it didn’t work.  At this point, I decided to repair my Windows installation in a desperate attempt to get into my computer.  One problem.  It didn’t work.  I repaired the Windows installation, and then when it went to restart the computer to complete setup, my display shut off as soon as I saw the Windows setup screen.  My monitor went to sleep, its little blue light flashing on and off, mocking me.  My thoughts now turned to file preservation/recovery.  I tried Hiren’s BootCD, which by the way is an amazing tool for PC repair, but so far I haven’t been able to access the harddrive, as the file managers seem only to be able to read my floppy drive, the cd-rom, and the 50mb drive it mounts in the memory to operate.  Pretty unhelpful.  I tried resizing my main Windows partition and creating a new one, and then installing a fresh copy of Windows there, but I either had the same problem or it booted the wrong partition.  Who knows.  This brings you up to the present problem, what data I should sacrifice if it is indeed unrecoverable.  There is a slight chance that if I didn’t format my main partition but overwrote the copy of Windows, I could use a file recovery tool to undelete my old My Documents folder, but it’d be quite risky.  Anyway.  That’s my epic saga/chronicle of computer mistakes.  Thanks for reading.

High School Leadership Retreat

Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

Ted Wiese + “Live Canadian Newt”

Today was the Junior/Senior leadership retreat. I expected it to be kinda stupid, no offense to anybody, but I’ve been to some lame teamwork/leadership type activities before. Luckily, this retreat was not stupid at all, on the contrary, it was extraordinary. The speaker who pretty much led the entire event was Ted Wiese. He was funny, smart, entertaining, and poignant. Our first activity was Ted Says. Not Simon Says, oh no, because Simon is dead, and his name’s Ted. It went something like this: he started the match, a few people sat down, and he said “Since I’m such a nice guy, I’m gonna let you guys stand back up, and have a second chance. Why don’t we give them a nice round of applause!” Probably half the people still standing clapped (not me!) and they all had to sit down! It was about the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Me being me, I started laughing so hard that it wasn’t long before I got out, but I enjoyed the rest of the activity so much that by the time it was over, my face was literally soaked with tears (yeah, I cry when I laugh. So what.) He then had us do an activity where we all got cards and had to find our match among the rest of the group. My card read “Grace” so I naturally was looking for “Will and”. I found my match on the first try, and we did the little getting-to-know-you activity. All in all, it was a neat way to break up the preexisting social groups. After that, (and these may be in the wrong order, let me know and I’ll correct it) he did an activity in which 3 volunteers (all girls) were blindfolded and asked to eat a “live Canadian newt”, which he described as a delicacy from Canada that must be eaten live. The “newts” were in reality gummy worms soaked in water, but evidently the tactile effect was realistic enough that it felt real. The first girl screamed a little bit, but quickly accepted the dangling “newt”. The second girl screamed a lot more, and jerked her hand away several times, but she too took it. The third girl was already freaking out even before she touched the wet worm, and when it touched her hand, she basically jerked back and refused to take it (after two more attempts…). The point of this activity was that fear stops you from taking action. Although some of this sounds pretty corny, and I’m apt to take anything that’s serious as corny, I felt that Ted effectively taught leadership through these activities, something that many speakers, many of them school administrators, have failed to do in the past. The third activity was an odd one, involving all of us forming a circle and sitting down simultaneously on the knees of the person behind us. It was kinda fun, but in the 85 degree heat, it got kinda sweaty. The point of that activity was that you have to rely on others, and that one person can ruin it for everyone. Evidently, at other schools, one person would fall, causing the whole circle to fall. Not us though! The final activity before lunch was another trust-type activity where we had to lead and be led around the outdoor pavilion-type area by our partners (from the getting-to-know-you activity) with our eyes closed. It made me pretty nervous, but my partner did a great job, and I only ran into one thing. It was interesting, spending about 6 minutes walking around without seeing anything. Unfortunately, without my partner’s guidance, I would’ve most likely drowned in the creek or been hit by a car. Long story short, I’d make a terrible blind person. Lunch was catered by Edward’s Catering (delicious, but the exact same food we had at the marching band competition they catered, chicken and fries) and after people started to get done a DJ started playing dance music. I’m obviously not a fan (see post below) but it was entertaining to watch probably 70 people dance these group dances. I couldn’t learn that if I tried… I have that kind of affinity for music, but not for dance. Afterwards, we did an activity kinda like musical chairs, in which he would yell a number and we had two seconds to assemble ourselves into groups of that number. I got out pretty quickly due to some bad luck, but some people were really tenacious, and hung on for about twenty minutes before he stopped them. The point of that one was that it feels good to be in a group and bad to be excluded/kicked out. The final activity was one involving 4 stages of leadership/membership, where the first was an egg (you had to kneel down and act like an egg “imaneggimaneggimanegg”), the second was a chicken (wings flapping) the third was, oddly, a dinosaur, and the third was a leader (who just had to act cool). The way you progressed was by winning 2/3 matches of paper, rock, scissors. If you won, you advanced to the next stage, and if you lost, you regressed all the way to egg. Unless, that is, you were a leader. It was apparent (to some) from the start that once someone became a “leader” they should just let people beat them, since leaders couldn’t regress. The first time when he stopped us, there were a few eggs, some chickens, and some dinosaurs. After he let everyone else in on the strategy, there were only leaders at the end. I think. He summed everything up, and then the school administrators gave some short speeches, and we had ice cream and a raffle for lanyards and T-shirts and other things. On top of all that fun, I got to go home at 2:35 instead of 2:50! It was a great retreat, and Ted was an awesome speaker. Kudos. Geez, who says “kudos”… What’s wrong with me? (don’t answer that.)

EDIT: Thanks for that comment.  I forgot two things!  *smacks forehead*  There was a hoola hoop demonstration where like 6 people held a hoola hoop on top of their outstretched arms and fingers and tried to lower it to the ground.  The rules were that their fingers had to keep constant contact with the hoola hoop, and their fingers and arms had to stay parallel to the ground.  When he let go of the hoola hoop, it slowly rose up into the air.   This occurred both times he let go.  This was evidently due to the fact that in order to maintain constant contact with the hoop, each person had to apply a slight amount of upward pressure.  All 6 people doing this created a domino-like effect where the hula hoop just flew up into the air.  The point was that what you do affects everybody else?  Maybe?  This was yesterday, so I forgot of course…  The second thing I forgot was the Family Feud thing where we split up into groups of six and basically played Family Feud, guessing the most popular responses to questions, including most popular cartoon dog, food with a nationality in the title, etc.  This one was about team work I think.  Lol.
Thanks for the comment :)

Shocking and Amazing Story

Sunday, September 9th, 2007

My Girlfriend (anonymous-ish)

Today at my girlfriend’s house before a marching band competition, she and I were playing mercy. This, in retrospect, was a terrible decision, due to the fact that she will ***NEVER*** ***EVER*** give up. It was insane. Not to brag, but I’ve got fairly strong hands, and I’m pretty good at mercy. She, on the other hand, has tiny hands that are quite pliable. Here’s how it happened: once the match began, I basically just crushed her hand, which to me looked very painful, but she took it with amazing composure. I kept asking her to just say mercy, since she’s pretty much incapable of inflicting any pain on me, but she wouldn’t. I tried everything I could do to get her to say mercy without actually breaking her fingers, which I thought I had done a few times, but she just wouldn’t say the word “mercy.” This went on for about 15 minutes, and she was obviously in a good deal of pain, which probably hurt me almost as much to watch, but STILL wouldn’t give up. I was, at this point, begging her to say mercy, because I obviously couldn’t, owing to the fact that I was in no pain. She refused, stating that she hadn’t won anything all week and that she was sure as hell going to win at this. I thought we were at in impasse until, in a spasm of pain, she slammed her face into my elbow (which was in the air, twisting her arm), and started to cry. At this point, my heart broke (man that sounded corny, but it’s true). Our friend, who had been ignoring us until this point, got her some ice. Amazingly, she (my girlfriend) STILL wouldn’t give up!!! I had no choice but to say mercy and try my best to comfort her. She was extremely nice about it and didn’t blame me at all, but I felt (still feel) terrible about it. Anyway, moral of the story, do not play mercy with your girlfriend if she is as determined and as tolerant-of-pain as mine is. Unless you don’t like her. In which case, your call. But please, do not accidentally have your girlfriend bash her face on your elbow like I did. (reworded from “smash your girlfriend’s nose at her request)

Thank you for reading.

Harry Potter Parody

Sunday, August 19th, 2007

If anyone is interested, I can invite them (you) as a viewer of my ongoing work, a parody of Harry Potter. It’s (imo) utterly hilarious :) Anyways, I don’t wanna post it here because in a few years this thing’s gonna make me a billionaire like J.K. Rowling. :D

Come to think of it, I better know you if you wanna read it because it’d be very easy for you to steal it :)

Anyway, there’s that.

School Starting

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

With all the shopping that I had to do this week I haven’t had time to post anything, apologies. Tomorrow’s the first day, and after that I should have time to write a little more about Canada. I got this awesome new backpack from the Swiss Army, a new car (more on that later), and a new graphing calculator after having mine stolen last year. The backpack is about the coolest backpack ever created, in my opinion, and I think if I tried really hard I could fit my entire house into it. Hehe. About the car, my dad got my grandpa’s ‘99 Honda Accord (which I love) and so I got his old ‘96 Volvo 850. I love this thing. I went from a ‘93 Nissan Quest with no air conditioning to a CAR (not minivan) with a/c, XM, a stick shift, good gas mileage, and it’s blue! It’s been a good week. All I’m waiting on now are my awesomeo House-like Nike Shox. Then I need to get some money together and buy a cane ;)

Until tomorrow, Cyas.

I’m back!

Sunday, August 12th, 2007

After a long 10 days in Canada, I’m back. I’m not going to chronicle the entire trip in detail today, but I will in the near future. It’s roughly a 12 hour drive to the cabin where we stayed, and boy were my legs cramping. It was bearable though, and we arrived at like 7 in the morning. We had breakfast at a restaurant called the Maple House or something, which we called the Sugar Shack. It had great pancakes and stuff, and a large selection of souvenirs and stuff. Out back of the restaurant there were goats which you could feed corn to. Good times. We got to the cabin, and immediately set off on what I thought would be a peaceful nature walk of some sort on a path through the property. What followed was one of the best anecdotes I brought back from the whole trip. Not only was this not a “nature walk”, it wasn’t even on a path. We were pushing through trees, over rocks, through streams, etc. Not my cup of tea. There were many marshy areas where my shoes made sucking noises. I was told to avoid these patches of black mud, and I honestly did my best (hint: not good enough). My foot went down a few inches on one particularly bad patch. After we had gone maybe half a mile, which to me felt like around 30, we decided to turn back. On the way back, we hit a large patch of black mud with only two small branches to aid our crossing. Everyone made it across. Everyone, that is, but me. I slipped about an inch, and the next thing I knew, the patch of black mud had swallowed my leg up to just above my knee. Took Andrew (I’ll introduce the others later) about a minute to pull my leg free without losing my shoe, and he did it wonderfully. Anyway, that traumatized me for the rest of the day :P I had a great time the rest of the week though, and I’ll share more tomorrow or something.

Thanks for reading,

Corin

Cya in a week!

Friday, August 3rd, 2007

Well, in about two hours I’m off to Canada. I’ll post about it as soon as I got back. Peace.