There is no real post today. Crabby Old Lady is just venting, frustrated to the max. The air around here is blue with language not suitable for a polite blog. Ollie the cat is hiding under the bed and Crabby would join him there if she didn't face a day destined to be entirely lost in computer hell.
The good news is that yesterday Crabby spent big bucks on a new laptop with all the top-end bells and whistles. A screamin' machine that will be delivered in less than three weeks. Whoo-eee. (A big public thank you to Millie Garfield's son, Steve, for talking over the geeky details to help her choose the most appropriate innards of the new computer.)
The bad news is the reason for her purchase: this ancient computer (built in about 1910), has been going all wonky on her for several months, and it went nuts while Crabby was sleeping last night. It deleted everything in her Thunderbird email client. All her archived email is gone along with the recent email she hadn't answered yet and most disastrous - all her email account settings are gone.
Crabby funnels her ronnibennett.com, her timegoesby.net and gmail email messages to her inbox through her main Roadrunner account, which she never displays in email because it's the ugliest and least memorable email address anyone ever saw.
To make this work, Crabby long ago set up email forwarding and then set all those POP and SMTP parameters in her Thunderbird email client and promptly forgot about them. Does she know those settings now? Did she keep a record of them somewhere? Don't ask. By some miracle of bits and bytes, at least her address book survived. But if you've sent Crabby an email anytime since about 8PM on Monday, she can't retrieve it yet and, depending on what time all this data was deleted, is not sure she will ever be able to do so.
This may or may not be connected to the fact that also in the dark of night, Firefox installed its latest version, without Crabby's permission, deleting all her hundreds of bookmarks. That's not so bad since there is a near duplicate in IE Crabby can import, but Crabby had deliberately not installed the newest Firefox because last time there was an upate, it ruined her video settings which haven't worked properly since then.
Every day, Crabby diligently backs up her entire hard drive to another, external, hard drive. She's never before needed a restore and so far, it's a mystery to her how to retrieve only her email files from the backup disc and she's not willing to risk an entire hard drive replacement. Who writes this sh.. (oops) crap? Crabby knows every English word in the meager Retrospect instructions, but still can't figure out how to find the files she wants to restore.
Crabby Old Lady is no computer naif. There are many tricks and tweaks and fixes and work-arounds she is capable of managing, but she is being thwarted by mysterious, midnight gremlins and she's got way too many other things to do than to lose the entire day figuring out how to reconnect herself to cyberspace.
[Insert every possible version of the F-word here along with some new variations of other expletives that would make you blush.]