Intense Solar Flare activity is having an adverse affect with my computer and internet connection today.
It’s also playing havoc with my typing, although Fingers, my Inner Typist disputes this. He says his tpying is fine.
My Inner Zombie has been quiet for a few days, which is unusual. However, this means that he will be making an appearance very soon… unless he’s hiding from the Solar Radiation.
The news report I read the other day said that the flares weren’t being sent out in the Earth’s direction, but today’s report has said that they are having an effect on communications.
Thomasina, my Inner Woman, is having a terrible time at present. I don’t know exactly what she’s doing, but I keep hearing strange sounds from the back of my mind. A mix between a hair-dryer and a lawn-mower. Very strange. Maybe she’s having the bad hair days since I had my hair cut very short the other week.
My Inner Weatherman is all excited due to the adverse weather we have been experiencing over the past couple of days as well. The South West of England have had snow. We in Cheshire have just had a lot of rain. This must be due to the flares. My Inner Weatherman always tries to find an alternative off-world answer for random weather events.
My Inner Politician (I have no idea where he came from!) and my Inner Leader of the Opposition are bickering about some issue or other to do with Europe. Well, Eurovision anyway. They’re about as political as I am, truth be told.
Tom the Geek, my Inner Geek, is loving all of this. He loves it when the computers don’t work as they should… when pages only half load, or even (gasp) don’t load at all. He’ll instantly reach for the refresh button, or try to reset the modem or router. I don’t think he actually knows what he’s doing – he confuses the heck out of me anyway – which isn’t really that difficult.
As I was typing this, a message box popped up saying I was experiencing very high CPU usage due to my printer settings. The printer isn’t even switched on. And I’m not trying to print anything either. Tom the Geek has advised I switch the printer on and off again for some reason. I’ll not, though, due to the Solar Flare activity, just in case.
An explosion from the back of my mind tells me that Thomasina has also been affected by the Solar Flare… the singeing smell tells me that she’s blown her hair-dryer. Hopefully, she’ll join my Inner Zombie and stay out of sight.
And Fingers, my Inner Typist has just returned to assist with the fnial praagraph of this post. He is feeling the effects of the Solar Flares after all, as he is usually in contact with the communication centre within my mind… only today he can’t get a connection. The lights are on, but there doesn’t appear to be anyone in.
I’ve a sneaky feeling my Inner Aspects may be having a party somewhere, and using the Solar Activity as a cover.
I shall have to activate my Inner Private Eye to investigate this further, but every time I try to do so, all I get is an odd fzzzzt sound.
All lines are engaged.
I shall have to try later.
Here’s hoping that you aren’t being as adversely affected as I am during this current Solar bombardment!
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