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Alas!
8Oct2007 Filed under: A Little HELP HERE?, I fell down, I Have Learned THE HARD WAY Author: Kate BartholomewMy Powerbook is sick – VERY ill. It happened last night so suddenly; one minute my baby was perfect (as usual) and then – BLACK SCREEN. A spontaneously black screen on any computer is very disconcerting, needless to say. I won’t go elaborate on all the things I attempted to get it going again (switching batteries and power sources, etc., etc.).
I will say that Kate Logic™ (remember – like standard logic but with half the fat) dictated that since the screen was black (I could still hear a slight noise when I booted up that indicated SOME sort of processing – but no comforting boot-up “bong” – like that has anything to do with the keyboard), I removed all the keys and cleaned out as much cat hair and as many lint balls as I could. I got several bloody wounds in the course of this endeavor (what a surprise). This did not fix it. Even my life-blood did not fix it. The LIFE-BLOOD from MY VERY BODY.
It looks like the image above, incidentally, except with a few lil’ dings and scars and such. Oh – and it doesn’t have the posh Intel Core 2 Duo processor in it like the newer models. This does not mean I love it any less.
And just so you know, I have NOT dropped it recently. The Guru’s reply the that statement was, “Recently??”
Speaking of the Guru, he has taken my precious baby home with him to try and fix it (because I cannot imagine that he has anything better to do). Bless him (again and again).
When I ponder this serious problem, I wonder if it has something to do with Murphy’s Law or Karma or wretched irony. Why? Because just the other day I was thinking, “I haven’t backed up my computer in a long time!” See?
Please, people around the World who may read this blog (even if it’s just two or five or nine of you), pray or meditate or send positive energy to my beloved Mac (whichever method floats you boat). I love it so (too much, no doubt – though I DO love my Kitten Children more)!
This entry was typed with much resentment towards Windows on a wretched PC.
terry
October 10th, 2007 at 4:35 am
Dripping precious lifeblood into one’s Mac certainly conjures up images. Did you light candles and burn herbs before handing over your baby to the Guru? Seriously, I had to giggle when you thought cleaning the keyboard would help the Black Screen of Death. You silly!
My laptop (WITH posh Intel core 2 duo processor) is called “Terry’s Baby.” Just so you know you’re not entirely insane.
Deborah Gamble
October 14th, 2007 at 4:41 pm
Kate,
Once my notebook went flying out of my Jeep when I turned a corner. The Guru (remember I used to work with him) was not directly responsible for for maintaining my notebook’s usability at the time – like he appears to be for you – but at teh time he was responsbile for selecting notebooks that the company would buy. Anyway, when I finally confessed what I had let happen to the precious computer, he was giddy with delight. Giddy becuase the Targus brand sling case that he had on the hardware standards list obviously saved the notebook from any and all foul play. Even careening onto the pavement at 35 mph.
Kate
October 14th, 2007 at 7:42 pm
Wow. I still don’t have this straight. We live about a block away and I rarely see The Guru, because, for one thing, he has a LIFE.
I knew (or thought I knew) that your sister-in-law had been in Fiddler (and Music Man?) – either way I’ve seen her spectacular performance(s) not knowing who the hell she is (or which actress, for that matter) – with Grettir and had set him up with your sister.
I should have known that the – let’s say large computer conglomerate known for the regular pink-slipping of quantities of its employees at really inconvenient times (to them) – figured into the equation somehow.
That must have been when he had the job of getting his hands on oodles of expensive equipment – hardware and software – so he could “appraise” it and report on it. I believe this is when I converted him to the Apple world (I love to take credit for that though it probably has little to do with me – or nothing).
As far as my PowerBook, he feels a FALSE sense of responsibility towards it, because I bought it from him. Also, he’s too nice for colour TV (? – well, if that’s not a saying it should be). He’s fixed my Parents’ wretched computer because he’s too nice. Basically, we’ve been friends for two decades and therefore he knows that I am to be greatly pitied (in general).
Oh dear – perhaps it sounds like I’m advertising his tech services. Here: PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, DON’T ASK GRETTIR, THE GURU, TO DIAGNOSE OR FIX YOUR COMPUTER. IT BRINGS ON FEELINGS OF HORRIBLE GUILT (YOURS), BECAUSE HE ALREADY HAS SO MUCH ON HIS PLATE AND DOESN’T NEED A SINGLE ADDITIONAL THING TO DO. AMEN. Oh – wait – UNLESS you can afford to HIRE him as a consultant; he’s worth every penny (not that I know how much he charges, but I presume it SHOULD be a large chunk of change and he’s STILL very worthy of it).
By the way, Deborah, what techie fun did you do at that company?
Kate
October 14th, 2007 at 8:44 pm
Dearest Terry,
Candles and herbs… I should have spoken with you first; that would have been a good idea. And I own more candles than any person IN THE WORLD. Maybe the Vatican has more candles, but that’s not a SINGLE person (unless they consider everything there the property of the Pope).
Thank you for having a computer Baby, too. It’s nice to know that it’s all the other things that make me completely insane.
Deborah Gamble
October 15th, 2007 at 1:18 pm
Kate,
Here’s the full story:
Yes, I used to work at the Infamous Pink-Slipping Company. I was a Technology Buyer for many years – during which time I met Grettir. I also worked there as a Business Analyst. In fact I may be returning to work there soon. But that is long sob story no one wants to hear, including me.
The lovely actress, Debbie, is my sister Kim’s sister-in-law. Debbie is married to Kim’s late husband’s brother. So I do know Grettir’s fellow Cast Mate and Blind Date Setter-Upper, but she is not my sister-in-law. Not that I wouldn’t want to claim her as such, if I could.
And that is enough genealogy for today, doncha think?