Scratched HDD?!

It might not sound like much, but it's what's been occupying my mind for days.

I made a little slip-up a few days ago. Ok, it wasn't small; it's been making everyone go crazy for the longest. Here's what happened (short story version): I dropped our Lenovo. There. At first I was pretty freaked out because, duh, I dropped the laptop, so we quickly turned it on, and guess what? It worked (apparently)! After a while of using it though, my Dad saw that there was something seriously amiss. The computer was freezing when we brought up any substantial program, and it was crashing in the strangest of ways. I saw some error messages that day that I don't even think Bill Gates is aware of. Windows 7 became almost completely corrupt, and we decided to turn off the computer until we could fix it, when I got an idea. A while ago, I had downloaded Ubuntu 10.10 onto a jump drive, cause I thought that the OS was pretty cool. Well UBUNTU SAVED OUR LIVES. Not because it's better than Windows or anything, but because since it was on a jump drive and not on the master HDD, it wasn't affected by our crazy broken Lenovo. It scanned the main drive and found out that it was scratched. When I dropped it, the needle must have hit the surface of the disk too hard or something, and parts of the drive are now bad sectors. Right now I'm righting this post in Ubuntu, and we're planning on copying all of our files from the corrupt drive to a new drive, then putting our OSs back on the corrupt drive. By then though, we would have gotten the corrupt sectors out of the way of the rest of the HDD, so it will become usable again. Sorry, I forgot not everyone likes computers as much as I do; I don't think many people reading will be very interested in listen to me talk about how I just got a C++ IDE. Which is cool anyway.

Signing off,
The Traveler

Blackhorn Jr. & Fuzzy

Right-Ear gave both to two baby kids!

I could barely believe it when I heard two whining bleats outside the window, and I looked out and saw them! She gave birth to two kids; we named one Blackhorn Jr., because he looks almost identical to another goat that lives in the village. The other we named Fuzzy, because she's...uh...fuzzy. Here are some pictures:

That's Fuzzy as she walks out from under the broken lawn mower. It's where she and her brother usually sleep.

The little kid to the right is Blackhorn Jr., that's the mother in the middle. Fuzzy I think is trying to get a drink from the mother's utter.

It's amazing that they're only 3 days old, yet they're walking around as if they've been alive for months! Wouldn't it be creepy if our babies could do that? Now, what if they learned to speak a language instantly too...

Signing off,
The Traveler

Brownie's Back!

I could barely believe it when we found out!!!

Brownie had been hiding in the village for almost a whole month, living in another person's yard! We found out this from a person that we know who heard from a villager that a very strange, scary (to them), and supposedly supernatural goat had arrived at their doorstep. She would eat paper! She would try to come inside the house! She had a very strange piece of rope around her neck (it was a collar)! She would even jump onto their windowsill, and bleat there all their the night in their ears when they tried to go to sleep! We were pretty excited, so we sent someone to go and see if it was really her, and he came back empty handed. At first we were disappointed, but he told us the whole story: he saw her, and called to her, but she didn't answer, so he tried to go and catch her, when she went berserk and dashed away like a crazed animal. Then she ran up the stairs of a building, all the way up to the second floor! He started climbing up, when she actually JUMPED off the second floor, and landed on her hoofs!!! Impossible right? Sounded like it to me, but Brownie can really surprise somebody! So my dad went with the guy again, and Brownie let him pick her up. They came back home with Brownie! At first we thought that she tried to run away on purpose in the first place, but we think that it might have been that she went into the field in the backyard, got lost, and followed some village goats back to their home. Completely crazy and crazy!

Signing off,
The Traveler