Feelin' Low

-TD: What? What happened? I thought your little scheme to get rid of that annoying error message worked.-
It did. Unfortunately, idiot me tried to play Sims again, and --
-RPD: *goes coporeal merely so he can facepalm properly* Let me guess. It crashed your entire computer again.-
In a new and creative way! It didn't even get through the loading screen! The startup movie played, the Loading Phrases started (you know, "reticulating splines" and all that), and I figure, "It only goes wonky when I try to get into a neighborhood" and look away for a few seconds.
When I look back, the window's gone WHITE and there's a little Windows Installer thing going "preparing to install. . . ."
I hit cancel on the installer thingy and close out Sims -- luckily it doesn't give me a fuss, like it has before. Grumbling to myself, I click on the Control Panel to "reset" my cursor (they're animated, but the new game makes them freeze. The cursor still works, it just doesn't change colors and shit.)
Control Panel doesn't open.
Puzzled, I try My Computer. That opens, but I notice something weird. The E: Drive (a removable drive I assume has something to do with my CD drive) has been replaced by a funky-looking file with a name that involves "Sims2_EP6." I'm baffled, but don't know what to do about it, and try to click over to Control Panel. Not only does it not come up again, the My Computer window closes --
AND MY TASKBAR AND ALL MY ICONS DISAPPEAR FROM THE SCREEN.
Okay, now I'm REALLY freaked. I get Dad, and he does what he always does in these situations -- reboots. The computer comes back on, and runs a CHKDISK. Everything comes up acceptable, thank GOD, and my computer reboots itself and comes up normal. All the while, my Dad's babbling on about me making backups and how I should do it regularly, and how I shouldn't stress about all this, and -- frankly -- I'm resisting the urge to SCREAM at him. Dad's nice enough about this computer stuff, but -- telling me not to stress MAKES IT WORSE.
-M2: Er -- isn't your father the one who swears like a sailor whenever HIS computer acts up?-
Yeah. Anyway, I actually have made a backup -- Sonic cooperated in making one of my stories. Sims can FUCKING ROT, for all I care. I think my interest in playing the game is about NIL at the moment. Sorry, RPD, but your current duties are reduced to poking me about "Midsummer Found" stuff.
-RPD: *pats* It's all right. I don't want you to have a heart attack over that game.-
-VD: Besides, considering your current obsession over "Changeling," is it really a downgrade?-
Heh, point. I'll probably end up lugging the stupid thing to Best Buy. Though if it turns out SecuROM is behind this, I will sue EA. Bastards.
-HD: *hugs* Don't be cranky. Go have some of that horrible instant hot chocolate and read your TV Tropes.-
*hugs back* I do feel a little better. I've been playing with my Victor and Emily toys a bit. Figuring out ranges of motion.
-TTV: Toy!Me and Toy!Emily appear to be having a tender moment.-
Yeah, mostly because it's one of the few positions you can stand up in. I STILL can't get the train of Emily's dress on, though. *humph*
On the fanfiction front, I managed to get Chapter 4 of "The Gift and the Curse" up.
-OD: *tentacles squeal happily* At last!-
I'm working on "V.D." tonight.
-VD: *grin*-
-VD2: Slowly but surely getting back in the groove?-
I hope. Tomorrow I'll see about maybe working more on "When Worlds Collide."
-DW: Do you even remember which universe you were on?-
Actually, I'm pretty sure it's OckDoc's, of all things. *checks* Yup! :p
-OD: *tentacles preen* Oh, stop that, boys. Don't get swelled heads just because of a lucky coincidence.-
Heh.
-D: I wouldn't be surprised if we went and saw "Enchanted" tomorrow because you needed a break.-
I'm thinking of it. Might go after work Monday, though. I plan to buy popcorn when I do go. I haven't had popcorn at the movies in ages. In fact, I'm not sure I EVER did. Can't be certain, though.
Anyway, I have stuff to fiddle with. I'll see y'all later.