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Suddenly I am hearing a strange bad sound every time the computer plays audio (loud). It is like a screw that is inside the laptop and moves due to the sound waves.

What I did:

I recorded with a sound editor program (audacity) the sound from the computer to check if the sound is internal issue. The result was perfect, no problem at all. So the problem is due to something in the "environment" of the laptop. Of course I didn't use the computer to hear to the sample of sound, but another device.

I tried to open it (I did it before, when I replaced the hard drive), to see if everything is in their place, but there are two screws I can't deal with...

Any other ideas? I will be very    if I can't use the computer for audio works, so any comment will be very appreciated...

Corrine,

Officially is 5th of August here, so I can officially wish you HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Actually, MANY MANY MANY HAPPY BIRTHDAYS, with MANY MANY MANY ROSES!!!

She did it again!

Re-awarded as Windows Insider MVP.

https://securitygarden.blogspot.com/2019/07/windows-insider-mvp-wimvp.html

I get knocked down... 
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I'm having a problem with Edge. I saw that you talked positive about it in another topic, so I came to ruin the impressions. 

I'm trying to create a blog, in Blogger. When I use Pale Moon, I can edit my blog posts and the visible gadgets, and I also can write a comment, using my Google account as a profile. As you can see in attachments (1, 2, 4), all the tools for editing are there, and my Google profile is available to leave a comment.

When I use Edge, these editing tools are not visible. I see the blog as anyone, not sign in, could see it and not as an author. Even my Google profile is not visible in comments, so I can't leave a comment (attachment 3). Although, I can see my posts and everything else in blogger.com.

uBlock Origin is disabled.

Another remarkable thing about Edge, is that in blogger dashboard is appeared as Chrome. That's why I used the word conflict.

Any ideas?

The diary indicates 21th March. It's the first day of Spring.

I remembered a fairy tale I was taught at school, that made me see things different then: Trolley Number 75, by Gianni Rodari. Time is passing so quickly and there are so many beautiful things (and people) around us we don't see, because we are always too busy. But unfortunately life can't go back. We can't rewind it. Can we stop for a minute and just see ... the Spring?

To the LzD family:


Trolley Number 75
by Gianni Rodari

    One morning trolley number 75, departing from Monteverde Vecchio for Piazza Fiume, instead of going down towards Trastavere through Gianicolo, turned onto L'Aurelia Antica and after a few minutes was going through the fields outside Rome like a bunny on vacation.

    At that time all the passengers were occupied reading the newspaper. Even those who hadn't bought a newspaper read, gazing over their neighbor's shoulder. One gentleman, as he turned the page, raised his eyes for a moment, looked outside and stood up to holler:

    — Ticket boy, what's going on? Treachery, treachery!

    And the other passengers raised their eyes from their newspapers, and the protests became a tempestuous chorus.

    — But from here we'll go to Cittavecchia!

    — What is the driver doing?

    — He's gone mad! Tie him up!

    — What kind of service is this!

    — It's ten till nine and I have to be in court by nine o' clock — howled a lawyer — and if I lose the case, I'll sue.

    The ticket boy and the driver attempted to drive back the assault by declaring that they knew nothing of it and that the trolley wouldn't obey their commands anymore, but seemed to proceed quite by its own accord. In fact, the trolley at that very moment went directly off the road and stopped on the threshold of a little fresh and fragrant forest.

    — Oh, wildflowers! — exclaimed a woman. — I shall be late to the office and get quite a scolding, but all the same, seeing as how they're here I should just content myself with the wildflowers. It must have been ten years since I picked them last.

    She got off the trolley and with her mouth wide open breathed the air of that strange morning, then went to make a bouquet of wildflowers.

    Seeing that the trolley would have nothing to do with leaving, one after another the passengers got off to stretch their legs or smoke a cigarette and after a little while their bad temper disappeared like fog when the sun comes out. One passenger picked a daisy and placed in her buttonhole and another passenger discovered an unripe strawberry and yelled:

    — I found it! Now I'll put my business card there and when it's ripe I'll come back to pick it. And woe if I don't find it!

    And he took a business card from his billfold, stuck a toothpick through it, and planted the toothpick right next to the strawberry. The name: Doctor Giulio Bollati, was written on the business card.

    Two busy office workers from the Department of Education rolled their newspapers into a ball and began to play a game of soccer. And every time they gave the ball a kick they would howl: let it go!

    Overall, they were no longer the same busybodies who one moment before had wanted to lynch the trolley workers. And some passengers split a little loaf of bread and an omelet and sat on the grass for a picnic.

    But — Watch out! — yelled the lawyer suddenly.

    The trolley, with a jolt, started to leave all on its own at a gentle trot. The passengers made it just in time to climb on and the last one to climb up was the lady with the wildflowers, who protested: — Oh, but there's no point. I had just started to have fun.

    — What time is it now? — someone demanded.

    — Who knows how late!

    And everyone looked to their wrists. Surprise: the watches still said ten till nine. They saw that during their entire trip into the forest the hands of their wristwatches hadn't moved. It was a gift of time, a little extra, like when one buys a carton of powder detergent and inside the box there's a toy.

    — But that can't be! — marveled the woman with the wildflowers as the trolley got back on its course and hurtled down Dandolo road.

    And everyone was amazed. And because some still had their newspapers they started reading again and at the top of the newspapers the date was written very clearly: March 21st. Everything is possible on the first day of spring.

A friend of mine, called me to ask my help about a strange problem she has with the Power Point. It's really a very strange problem, and I will try to explain it as more as I can.

1. The problem is occured only when she uses a specific school's computer. Windows 10, Office 365, teacher's account.
2. The problem: She prepares a Power Point presentation at home, or on another school computer, which works fine when she uses the slides show mode. When she tries to show the same presentation using that specific computer (slide show), the pictures (or anything else) do not appear as they should be. Instead, there is only a part of a picture, diagonically cut. And there is more. This diagonical conceivable "line" is used as a symmetry axe, and the same part of the visible picture is reflected on this axe.
3. She uninstalled Office and installed it again, but the problem remains.

I'm not sure if I described well the problem, but it seems really a problem.

Anyone had such a problem before? Any ideas?