Best Laid Plans
This is going to be a bit of a gripe. Now, you know, the Czar isn’t one to complain, but about fifteen minutes ago, his mouse stopped working. Just died, cold.
So the Czar unplugged it, and plugged it back in. No luck: dead as a doornail. So the Czar went to the other computer, grabbed the mouse off there, and plugged it in. Nothing.
All right. Welcome to Windows 7. So we restarted, went through the circus that is a Windows computer restarting, and waited. And waited. And waited. And we came back up…to a dead mouse.
We have been here before, back in the Vista days. You restart again. And we waited. And waited. And indeed, we came back up and the mouse was working again.
And no sooner than the Czar touches the mouse, a nasty message pops up that no mouse software has been installed, and we need to install it now. Now! So we install it. And wait. And wait. And we finally see the little green bar hit 100%, and pow. Installation failed. Why? Because a newer version of the mouse software is already installed.
Would we like to update to the latest version to prevent this from happening again? Indeed, we would, should that prove possible. And so we go through the Windows Update routine. And wait. And wait. And pow. Installation failed. Why? Because the driver is already in use. Would I like to reinstall?
No thanks. Wow. Really digging the Windows 7 experience. It cured most of the Vista headaches, but let us hope this is not a sign of weirder stuff to come.
Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.