I woke early this morning.
I thought as I had some time to spare I’d try putting Linux on my PC.
I had already copied down the file from the Interweb, so I put it on a floppy, and stuck it in my floppy drive. [no jokes please]. I rebooted.
It made some funny noises, but things seemed to go all right. But then it started asking me questions. It wanted to know where to put the Linux, and did I want to use my whole hard drive?
I have my faithful crappy copy of Windows on the PC that works most of the time, and I didn’t want to lose that. Or my collection of
porn photographs. So I had to switch the PC off and start again.
This time I went into Windows and cleared up some space. Then I went back to my Linux again.
All went well. I found the space and I told Linux it could do what it wanted with that, and it seemed happy. I went off to make my fifth mug of tea.
I came back to find it was complaining about my hard disk. It said it was faulty. B*ll*x. It’s only ten years old , so it can’t be that bad. And the little pop-up thingy that was complaining wouldn’t go away.
So I had to start again from scratch.
This time it worked. Everything went in. It told me to reboot, which I did.
It looks nice. Uncluttered. Clean. Nice colours.
I told it to connect to the Interweb, but it refused. So I had to try to find what was wrong. And I ended up going around and around in circles. I eventually got it connected after another six mugs of tea.
So I started browsing the Interweb. No problem. Of course everything looked the same as it did in Windows, only much slower.
I went to see what else was there.
None of the programmes I need are around, except for a text editor, and a copy of Open Office. I opened that and tried to read some of my old documents, but it’s confusing. I’m used to my old ways. I’m too old to change.
I did find some games. Linux provides a lot more Games than Windows. But that’s a lot of trouble to go to just to play a game.
In the end, I went back to Windows.
Windows may not work, but at least I know where all the programmes that don’t work, are.
Time for another mug of tea.
I’d better go for a pee too.