Accomplishing Escapism

 This weekend was not a good weekend for my tech...I have two computers: my PC, which has been my main machine since freshman year and a steadfast companion through many a tv show and essay, and my lovely little Mac laptop.  Both of which died on Sunday - the PC in a fixable way, the laptop in a really, really unfixable way.

Billy did some fiddling with the PC, burning my OS to the ground and installing Vista, and now she runs like a dream.  The laptop...oh Delilah, I'm so sorry I'm a bad computer owner.  I took her to the Apple store and they had to replace the hard drive because the old one was utterly broken.  Guys, I lost EVERYTHING.  Music, photos, word docs, everything.  (Luckily, about 90% of my photos are lurking somewhere online).

I...kinda feel like I should be more traumatized by this.  I mean, I lost two years' worth of school papers, writing drabbles, my THESIS, and maybe 100 songs on iTunes that I hadn't put on my iPod yet.  And yet...I got a new hard drive for free, a free upgrade to Snow Leopard, and Delilah has a new lease on life (extended warantees are AWESOME).  I've got my thesis in hard copy, and any story I want to work on I can just start over; it's not like I had anything fabulous to begin with.

So I'm not too broken up about it.  I was upset when everything was breaking all of the time, because it was really frustrating not to have a working computer at all, but now they've both got shiny new operating systems and I get to fiddle with them to my heart's desire.  So...there's that.

(I am SUPER sad that I have to re-assemble my collection of LJ icons...)

That said, if anyone has a copy of Owl City's Ocean Eyes, it'd be awesome if I could get it (it's the only whole album I've bought in a while, and I lost it with my iTunes.)

Also: blog post 

So, Tuesday night, I went to turn my laptop on in order to check my e-mail, as one might do before bed.  And my computer...did nothing.  No reaction.  I tried really hard to keep from having a heart attack, which was my first instinct, and instead did everything I could think of to try and coax a reaction out of Delilah.  Nothing.  So on Wednesday we took a journey to the Apple store downtown.

I would like to make a motion to automatically saint all four Apple servicepeople who helped me.  The two Genius Bar dudes for doing esoteric and mysterious things to my precious laptop whilst simultaneously soothing and reassuring me (I was a little jumpy about the whole thing), and most especially the two people I had to call to activate my Applecare service plan a year after I was supposed to (they really, really didn't have to do this, and probably shouldn't have, but it was not clear to me when I got the service package and it saved me an ASSTON of money).  Long story short: they couldn't tell me definitively what was wrong with her, except that it was probably an internal hardware issue, my harddrive would most likely not be corrupted (but they'd back it up for me anyway, just in case), and that it was a damn good thing it was still under warranty because SHIT would this be expensive without it.  So I am without a laptop until Wednesday, but hopefully she is saveable and I will get my sturdy little blackMac back.  I like her, she has served me well.

Other than that, awkwardsauce intern continues to fail at life, and I got paid a whole bunch more today than I thought I would.  It was pretty damn sweet.  Also, Shadowrun: Round One went pretty awesomely, and it was a whole lot of fun.  My character is proving to be just as fun as I anticipated, and I think it will be a good campaign.

I really want some ice cream.  Is that weird?  And I've discovered that fourth time is the charm for Star Trek.  I am set until it comes out on DVD, and then I will watch it over and over and over again.