I died today.
A bit ironic in view of yesterday’s title!
But they managed to revive me, you’ll be sorry to hear, and that is why I’m a bit later than usual in writing. However the story of my death can wait for another time.
Since I installed Linux the other day, I have been regretting it.
I have a habit of switching on the PC and then going off and making a mug of tea. Now when I come back, the f*cking thing is running Linux, and I want it to run Windows. So I have to reboot every time and wait for a menu to pop up. I then have about .0035 of a second to scroll down and select Windows.
That p*sses me off.
So I did a bit of research. Apparently there is a thing called Lilo. We used to have one of those for lying on on the beach. There is a file called etc/lilo.conf which I have to change. So I went looking for it. No sign of it!
I did more research.
The Linux I installed is called Ubuntu and it uses a thing called Grub.
Where the f*ck do they get these names? Are the people who write Linux high on acid or something? They have the most obscure names for everything. You don’t ‘search’ or ‘find’ – you ‘grep’. And the desktop is called ‘Gnome’ or ‘KDE’.
I found the grub file and it wasn’t where it was supposed to be. It had been laid somewhere else. I opened it in Kate [I rest my case!] and found a block of lines that mentioned Windows. They were at the bottom, so I moved them to the top.
I went to save the file, and it wouldn’t let me. It said I didn’t have permission!
My computer that I bought with my money has the neck to tell me I don’t have permissions!
I have reared a child. I know about authority. So I told it in no uncertain terms, that if it didn’t let me write the file, it was going to be grounded for a month, and that I’d stick burnt matches in its USB ports and use the CD tray as a pipe rack.
It let me write the file, and it now starts up properly.
I should think so too.
F*cking little upstart!