I mixed one drink, he's in memoriam

[sovay]

I aten't dead. The same cannot be said of my laptop; it went suddenly paralytic on Monday and by Tuesday could be neither revived nor shut down hard, which left me not at all pleased that this crash had occurred while I was in the middle of a new story and two extensive livejournal replies. (I have since recovered almost all relevant data, but it is currently consigned to the limbo of an external hard drive; I have at present nowhere to transfer any of it to. I find this immensely frustrating. Compared to a complete loss of mail, music, stories, etc., however, I'll take what I can get.) This is the machine I bought in January to replace the casualty of the unfortunate backpack incident—used, I knew, but I was still expecting more than eight months in its company. I am beginning to think I emit a kind of radiation fatal to the average Macintosh. Perhaps I should just go back to the typewriter under my desk. My mother wrote her dissertation on it; that should be worth something on the karma market.

I have also come to the conclusion that it is never a good sign to realize that you have just said something reminiscent of Sydney Carton in a context unrelated to self-sacrifice, Dickens, or eighteenth-century English law.

At least I have a pineapple.

Comments

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

Oh, so sorry to hear. I recently lost all my iTunes, photos, much writing as well (many songs that you'd given me too!). Is there something in the air? Don't you find that electronic equipment tends to go in batches--solar flare-ups, magnetic fields gone haywire? Who knows... but I wish you better luck with your next one!

[sovay]

Don't you find that electronic equipment tends to go in batches--solar flare-ups, magnetic fields gone haywire?

To me it feels more like the cascade effect of crud that has plagued most of the people I know for the last couple of years, but maybe it's a solar flare and Mercury in retrograde . . .