I mixed one drink, he's in memoriam
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.
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.

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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.
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What are you going to do with the pineapple?
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Eat it?
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What's with the laptop death recently? Mine is still in the mystery land of repair. Motherboard fried 3 weeks after Hard Drive failure. This 9 year old iBook is sluggish, but I am so thankful it exists.
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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.
I will have to hold this in mind.
Glad you've a pineapple. I hope you enjoy it very much, and that things are better very soon.
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See details here:
http://support.apple.com/kb/HT1411
You can find lots of other how-to pages about doing it, too, with a google search.
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