No telling what will happen next to the computers in this house – I mean office

By John Toth
The Bulletin

I had a great time (sarcasm intended) the other day formatting one of my computers and reinstalling everything. Yes, it was one of those days, and you never know when they are going to pop up.
It wasn’t my doing. My wife got into some worm somehow that shut everything down needed to get on the internet and half the other programs. I never did find out what caused it exactly, but with her it could have been anything. She knows just enough about computers to get in trouble – probably less.
Anyway, this is not the first time I’ve had to turn into instant computer geek. With three kids, I’m used to computers crashing. When they were little, they routinely tested their skills at being professional computer hackers – or so they thought.
It’s frustrating each time, but at least this time it was not my computer, and it didn’t happen on deadline. I had a little cushion this time.
Those of you, who may find yourselves in my shoes, do yourselves a favor and know where your backup disks are. This process is extremely frustrating when you have to look for them all over the place.
I got it organized now, though, for next time – and, there will be a next time.
I never did find the driver disk, so I downloaded what I needed, but that is one big you know what. It’s a lot easier to slap in the disk and let it reload.
Those of you who are now completely lost are probably thinking, man this guy is some geek. I’ll take that as a compliment.
I admit. I am somewhat of a geek. I realized this decades ago in high school. Peter Mucci, my best friend in high school, didn’t know he was a geek until a few months ago when it came up in conversation.
How do you know we were geeks, he asked.
Pete, I replied. We went to a technical school and wore those shirts with pockets, where we put our pens, which leaked ink on the bottom of the pocket. That automatically made us geeks.
Plus, we knew how to use a slide rule. That made us double geeks.
I then went into communications, while geeks like Steve Jobs and Bill Gates raked in billions. Good decision – to become a writer rather than a rich geek.
When my daughter was 4 years old, she stuck a pencil in my floppy drive when we were on deadline, and the Daddy geek squad came in handy.
“Look, daddy, I’m fixing it,” she proudly announced.
It pays to be a geek at times like this.