Thanks, the only reason I'm not panicking is because I have my netbook. And the wireless is working, so I have internet. Of course I'm missing all the stuff on my desktop computer and skyping with my boyfriend this morning on the netbook was weird because the sound quality is terrible. He asked if I wanted to leave the skype video on and talk on the telephone but the sound and sensations of the telephone are much worse for me so we stuck with it on th netbook.
But the desktop computer doesn't do wireless like my netbook and my kindle so I have to figure out what to plug in to my desktop. There's a short yellow cord coming off the modem and a long blue one. I'm pretty sure the long blue one is mine because it was even stretched way out to the place where my desktop computer used to be when there was a desk under it. (That's how I eventually found the monitor power cord was looking over there.)
I know I sound really stupid about all this, but I used to take care of all my own computer stuff because I sarted using computers in 1985 so for a long time only some of the guys I knew (always the guys I met through BBSing, of course!) knew anything about computers. Now most guys know about computers and I ended up being with guys who wanted to take over things and not even *LET* me do anything (I have an unfortunate pattern where guys teat me like a child even though I'm middle-aged now!) so I haven't done any of my own computer stuff in about 20 years and a LOT has changed with computers since 1992 and I've forgotten a LOT (like that a monitor has it's own power cord! LOL) over 20 years of hardly even being alloed to touch anything on my own computer beyond the keyboard and mouse.
I mean I haven't even *picked out* my own computer in 20 years -- guys I was with just told me what I was going to buy. And, looking back, I went with it because the first guy who started doing this for/to me really busted my self-confidence. The last computer I bought, I got just a few weeks before the bottom fell out of the RAM market. So a couple weeks after I got it, the exact same system cost about HALF what I paid for it. On my own, I would have said, "wow, what a stroke of bad luck." But with an emotionall abusive guy in the picture? It got twisted into me not knowing anything about computers and not to fret my pretty little head because he was here to save me from myself. And *THAT* is what makes me feel most stupid -- not that I don't really know what I'm doing today, trying to get my computer back working -- but that I allowed other people to undermine my confidence in my abilities ans that I was willing to just "go to sleep" and surrender so much to someone else (out of fear of being unloved and alone.)
Thing is, I used to be a real whiz. I used to put stuff together on my own. I used to solder together little accessories (simple stuff, like a line noise suppressor, back when we were all at 300 baud and actually needed something like that) and hook them up to my system. I set up my first BBS by myself and ended up on Boardwatch Magazine's list of top 100 BBSes in the country. I used to be good with this stuff (which suggests I will be good again, if I don't let someone else come along and "carry" me again but insist on doing and knowing for myself.)
Anyway, enough ranting. The last guy who thought it was cute to keep me ignorant is gone. I've got a new boyfriend and I won't let that pattern continue and he is so totally different from the kinds of guys I've been with before that I don't think I'll have a problem with him letting me stand on my own feet.
So I've just got to figure out now where this blue cable goes. There are five places on the back of the PC that look like of like phone jacks. Problem is, the phone jack looking thingy on the end of the blue cable doesn't seem to fit into any of them and I"m afraid to force it. Now that it's light out again, I'm going to have another look and see what (if anything) is written next to those jack looking thingies.
I'll get this figured out somehow. Thank you to all of you for your wonderful help. I feel REALLY stupid that it was a power cord, but in my defense (besides not having done this for myself in two decades) the place on the monitor was recessed and not visible and the cord was behind a bunch of furniture and under a lot of junk.
I've babbled on long enough. Time to go figure that out. And clean this awful mess that my roommate left for me up.
Sparrow
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