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

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

We need the son of the woman at the vegetable stand by my house. I broke my bike brake as I pulled in there (the cable came out of the squeezy part). I started trying to thread it back through, and she came over, and we worked on it together for a while, and eventually she told me I'd need a pair of pliers. We talked about people with a gift for fixing things, and she started talking about her son, now 18.

At two, he had taken apart and put together a radio. At five, he could wire VCRs and game systems. And just now, when the engine of his truck broke, and he was told it would cost $3,000 to rebuild, he fixed it himself for $200.

Imagine having a person like that around!

Although, there's something to be said about a typewriter and its instant backup. You write, and your words are automatically backed up! How cool is that? The online component is a problem, though.

I hope it's possible for you to get a replacement laptop soon.

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

I have always envied that talent. Almost as much as I envy musical ability.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I feared and disliked all things mechanical and electronic until recently, so wasn't at all interested in fixing them--always wanted someone else to do it. But now, yeah, I'm intrigued by them. To understand them, be in sympathy with them, be able to heal them-that's cool.

[sovay]

Imagine having a person like that around!

We have someone like that in my family; it's my father. Hence we are constructing our own kitchen rather than buying cabinets or hiring anyone to put in a new floor. He has pronounced my laptop dead.