An automated Windows update disrupted my life today. It swooped in overnight like a winged wraith, did its dark deeds, and flapped quietly back to the dank hole from whence it came. My RC1 data may yet reside unscrambled on the disk drive, but it lies orphaned from the mother iControl application which mockingly professes no recollection of 18 hours of sweet data lovingly produced. The curs in IT can only “tsk, tsk” in their antiseptic way while bobbing pointed heads in faux dismay. Another first-world difficulty uncovered for all to see.
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Could that be what happened yesterday morning to me. When I turned off the computer the night before, I got that occasional screen that says “Updates in Progress” or some such thing. The next morning started with the DOS Blue Screen of Death and it took several reboots to set things right. May not have been the same problem you had but definitely Microsoft is to blame. Either that or it’s Obama’s fault.
Wednesday night seems to be when this happens in my twisted little world, anyway. I guess they justify it by claiming that we only buy a license. It is like the landlord coming in at night and replacing things in the refrigerator. It’d be nice if the sonsabitches would leave a half gallon of Blue Belle ice cream in the freezer now and then.
If they’re going to sneak into my house in the middle of the night, the decent thing they could do would be to leave behind a good bottle of Rye Whiskey.