It finally happened. My computer crashed catastrophically.
I’ve owned a computer of some sort for 11 years, and used a computer in some way or another for the last 20 or so. However, I’ve never had a crash like this before. Sure, I’ve had the dreaded Blue Screen of Death (BSOD) and black screens before, and I’ve had trouble with a bad sector or two on my older laptop. Still, I never had anything that required a complete hard drive reformat.
My computer had been acting a bit odd–Skype chat wouldn’t respond when I clicked it, and OpenOffice just sort of disappeared–the shortcuts suddenly pointed nowhere. It was like the computer when “Huh?” anytime I clicked those. This happened shortly after I removed a porn post from Lucasforums. Being a. a super-moderator, b. a mom, and c. totally anti-porn, it was my responsibility to protect the young impressionable minds at LF from raunchy abject crap. Yes, I know that the kids can see all the porn they want with just a click of a couple links, but that’s not the point. I am a Mom, and in the realm where I wield the Mighty Edit Button and Ban Stick, there shall be no Naked People.
So, there I was, checking out the new posts on the forum, when I saw a post in Italian. Since LF is English-only (I use the term very loosely in view of 1337- and IM-Speak), my internal Crap Detector ™ red-lined. Unfortunately, it over-shadowed the Mom Sense (also tm) which was telling me “There must be Naked People in that thread.” I have no clue how the Mom Sense developed. It just did. Many a teen has rued the day that Trusty Friend Rogue Nine cajoled me into the super-mod position, because it now meant they could no longer post their naughty pics and comments for any length of time before the Momerator caught it.
Well, I clicked on the thread. I saw a bunch of Italian links. My Italian is limited to “Buon Giorno!”, “Ciao!”, “Lorenzo di Medici”, “Cappuccino”, and a couple swear words my Italian step-mother taught me, which I shall not repeat here. The first five or ten links did not have any of those words, and unfortunately I did not read far enough down the long list. If I had, I would have seen ‘erotici’, which, while not part of my Italian vocabulary, is nevertheless equivalent to “Naked People” in Jae-world. I clicked a link. And promptly had my eyes assaulted with things I never wanted to learn. And undoubtedly picked up the charming little trojans that infected my computer.
A few days later, things on my computer started acting funny. A virus scan caught nothing. My spyware caught nothing. I went to C|Net’s site and downloaded a more aggressive malware detector (HijackThis), suspecting some invasive spyware. Sure enough, the two trojans showed up, hiding out in my HP games. Fortunately, I don’t play either computer Parcheesi or Sudoku on my computer. Why play those when I have Kotor, Kotor: The Sith Lords, Neverwinter Nights 2, and my newest game, Guild Wars? So, the viruses had not exploded and spread everywhere, and I deleted the games to get rid of them.
All appeared well, and Skype went back to acting normally. I went to bed after shutting down the laptop for the night, thinking life was good. Silly me. When I turned on the computer the next morning, Windows cheerfully informed me that it could not load. I asked it, not so cheerfully, why not. It, of course, just blinked blankly at me and asked me if I’d like to do a scan. I informed it that I would like it to actually start, but if a scan was required to do so, then I would jump through that hoop.
I waited patiently (or not) until it beeped and said it couldn’t find the system32\winload.exe file. This is Microsoft-speak for “You’re totally screwed.” Even I could figure out that if the program that loads Windows is corrupted, it is Not Good.
Using the desktop for a Google search, I learned that yes, a missing winload.exe file really does mean I was totally screwed and that I needed to load from the recovery disk, and so I pulled out the one I’d made shortly after I got the computer. HP, in its infinite wisdom (and no doubt the desire to save shareholders a fraction of a cent in costs) decided that it would not supply recovery disks for its users. You can copy the recovery files in a special partition to your own disk (which is easier said than done–HP doesn’t like it when you play around in the recovery partition). You can also buy recovery disks from HP for $10 (plus shipping and handling), but only if you have ‘a problem’. Can you check to see if your recovery disk actually works? Only if you want to reformat your hard drive. Needless to say, this isn’t one of HP’s better ideas.
Did my recovery disk work? I’ll give you two choices, and the answer is not ‘yes’….