How to avoid strangling a Belgian Draught Horse.
May 27, 2012
For many days my Twitter and Face book were out of action. The word ‘Twitter’, even when looked up on ‘Google’, would send shivers through my computer. The page would freeze, go stiff with rigor mortis and turn blue and incoherent. It turned out that ‘Blue Screen Page’ is a well known phenomenon. No one knows why, but scientists and engineers are working on it. There are a host of web- sides claiming they can cure Blue Screen. Those sides promise to be helpful and start off with a free scan and a further promise to clear it in less than 2 minutes. Not true. The free scan just turns you almost into a jellified blob of rage when showing their scan result. I was told, despite having Norton security, I had 129 viruses and 766 ‘problems’ on my computer. But… for $29. – (US) by credit card you will be Face-booking and Twittering again within a couple of minutes. Everything in the US seems to be measured in two minute time spans. Things move very fast there.
As soon as I see that the ‘free’ scan is a scam I naturally delete the page. Not so fast though governor! Turns out those free US based scam web pages are difficult to delete. Most don’t have a delete option. Over and over, one is urged to down-load the credit card option and pay up. No wonder capitalism is in trouble, the cheek of it all. I thought by turning off the computer I would get rid of those ‘free’ scan merchants. Not at all. I switch back on, and there is that same persistent page again. After a lot of moving backwards and forwards the scammers finally gave up the ghost.
I decided to take firm action and took the laptop to a reputable (non free-scan 2 minute) computer shop run by very young but savvy experts. They helped me before with a problem without even charging me. Always a good sign! They switched on the laptop and… it worked perfectly. There was my familiar Tweet page and Face-book. I couldn’t believe it. He put it into my list of favorites, “Gerard Twitter.” No charge again. Boy, was I on a roll? Was so happy I shouted regular latte coffees and Danish delights all around for the two of us.
After doing some shopping at Aldi and walking home I did not give the Tweeting a second thought. That shows how supremely confident I was. Later on in the evening after a couple of Merlots, I felt like a good Tweet. It only needs a few words, so what the heck. With Face-booking I always feel it needs a more serious and literate level of involvement. That’s why I usually, but not always, do the Face-booking in the morning after a good night’s rest.
I opened the lid of the laptop and after a few seconds the home page arrived. I went to my list of favorites, just relishing the moment and allowing the luxury of hovering above “Gerard Twitter” button… and….. The Blue screen page was back on again. I was devastated, crestfallen. A blind fury welling up, totally lost for words. Fuck Face-booking, fuck Tweeting and Fuck life.
Life is just like that. We move around getting involved into the ambit of things that can go wrong. Perhaps excluding relationships, there is nothing quite like the Internet Technology world whereby one walks a fine line between remaining sane or hovering on the edge of going out in the deep of a dark night and strangle a sheep or a Belgian draught horse. The world of IT including Iphone, pads, kindles and Apps is there to try our mettle. Have we got what it takes? Will we survive or end up smashed on the rocks of Blue Screen phenomena?
I survived and am here to tell the tale. What was the solution and how did the logistics of the Blue Screen Page get repaired. My daughter told me to always try and switch off the computer and then the router. I had switched everything off many times but not the router which gives me the ADSL internet connection through Telstra phone line. I went downstairs in the bedroom where both phone and router are next to my bed blinking away intermittently. I switched all off and waited. I switched all on again and climbed upstairs to my computer. It all worked. Twitter and Face Book are back. Hoorah! I try and not think why Helvi’s computer never had this Blue Screen and yet uses the same connections. But there you are. That’s the devious world of IT. Never question it. Acceptance is the answer.
Never take it out on the Belgian Draught Horse.
Tags: Belgian draught horse, Blue Screen, Face Book, Google, Telstra, Twitter


Those Belgian draft horses must be mad fuckers!!
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Yeah… Watch out for phone calls from people with indian accents claiming to be from ‘the computer maintenance department’… pressed further they will actually claim to be ‘from windows, here in Melbourne’ and to be ‘qualified technicians’… and I’m Arnold Schwartzenegger!
What can be done about such ‘R’-Souls, though Gerard…? There would appear to be no legal recourse… our cops are all out collecting speeding fines; and I don’t think they quite understand the ‘net yet… (although they’re getting to be quite good at catching paedophiles these days…) I suppose this kind of petty crookery is to ‘small bikkies’ for them to be bothered about, but I’ll bet such crooks earn a small fortune… I’m informed it is they who download the ‘faults/viruses/malware’ onto your system in the first place when you download the free software or free scan. Free scam, more like!
😐
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So much draft here, Gez. I was prompted to shut the stable door, but the hose had already bolted 🙂
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The draft in US but in the UK the draught is often worse or as they say the dray in Scotland.
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I can put you down as a Neigh then (Thomson blog)?
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…now that’s funny VL….but I can tell you it was no fun living with Gerard when this was happening….to lose the will to live because some silly Twitter or Facebook is not working….
I almost packed my bags…
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On our small farm back in Holland our neighbour bred the Belgian Draught horses. When the mare was on heat he would order a stallion. When the truck and stallion arrived and the mare taken to the truck, the truck would be wildly swinging up and down in keen anticipation. The stallion would be led out of the truck with the help of the loading platform. Everything became very frantic from then on. The husband held the mare while his wife was under the stallion lifting and guiding this enormous penis on her shoulder into the mare. Of course all the village kids were following the procedure and knew from then on all about the bees and the birds.
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Speaking of gold stars (as Emmjay was below) good on you Gez for contributing this image to my head. 🙂
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When the truck started rocking, I ran inside…I still have nightmares of mares and stallions….I think our house moved..I’m trying to get that image out of head ever since, sandshoe 🙂
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My life will never be the same. Every time I see a cattle truck, I’ll picture a Belgian ‘root ute’, rocking and rolling all over the farm.
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Nice one, VL. Gold star for services to punnings.
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I think you can get a catalogue. 😉
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