In much the same way that men who have the original manual for their vehicle know some things about cars.
Which is essentially fuck all.
Last week. I lose my internet connection.
ipconfig. All as should be.
Re-install the drivers for the network card. No joy.
Re-set the router. (Should have done that first. It's always the obvious things.) No.
Change cable. No.
All as should be.
Device Manager still not too happy with one of the cards even though it is not in use.
Do you know what? Fuck it.
Age-old pc technician technique for fixing everything. Delete the partition and do a clean install. You cannot fail.
I have two hard-drives. One for the operating system and fuck all else, one for all documents of any sort.
When I ran fdisk to delete the drive, guess which one I deleted.
6 years gone. Fuck the pictures of my children and newborn son, there were some quite good blog stories about confrontations with tramps that smelt of wee that were lost.
Suffice to say, we're all going to have to wait until something actually interesting (unlike this post) happens to me. Which is rarely. I have to save things up usually.
Unless I get permission for a very amusing incident involving a hospital and an American singer popular in the early eighties.