Booting up my Windows machine for the first time in months—or has it been a year?—reminds me once again why I loathe Windows. I would literally rather have my teeth pulled. And now due to the inexplicable failure of the SP3 upgrade (yes, it’s Windows XP running on a Dell Dimension 8400), I think I may have borked my install. The same one I’ve been running since I bought the damn thing. Really, who keeps Windows running for that long these days? I was actually proud. Other people I know reinstall on a quarterly basis at minimum. I know that the SP3 upgrade created a System Restore Point—I watched it happen. So what happens when I press F8 at startup and tell it to use my last known good configuration? BSOD, that’s what. And what a lovely blue it is, and what wonderful cryptic text accompanies it.
In the old days I’d be crying and ranting and raving about losing everything, and there is quite a bit locked up inside that old Dell. Photos. Videos. Documents. The usual suspects. The solution if it doesn’t boot ever again? Rip out the drive, drop it in an external enclosure, and finally rip out everything in there that I actually want to keep. Then format the thing and put Ubuntu on it to make the real Linux box I’ve always wanted.
A little visual proof never hurt, right?

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