Wednesday, April 1, 2009

In which I curse a great deal

I have a post that is 3/4 finished. A well-written, thoughtful post (if I do say so myself). That was before...

Before my goddamn, piece-o-shit computer blew it's FUCKING harddrive AGAIN!

Seriously folks, I'm not that hard on my computer. It doesn't travel (often). I've never dropped it, or banged it around. I'm not one of those that smashes on the keyboard. So why-oh-why do they keep crapping out on me?

Oh yes, for the second time in 15 months, my hard drive has unexpectedly up and quit. For those unacquainted, the first time was when I lost many important photos, including Peanut's first birthday. This time I'm much savvier, and with the use of Time Machine all of my photos and such are backed up and my huge iTunes library is safely stores on another external hard drive. (I must insert here, though, that the closed format of Time Machine frightens me somewhat. I can't actually get into the files without having a fixed Mac to "restore" the files.) However, the time I'm going to spend hauling myself to the Macstore to have the hard drive replaced, together with the cost of replacing the now out-of-warranty hard drive is really pissing me off.

So, is this just a case of super-shitty bad luck, or does Steve Jobs need a trip to the woodshed for the beat down of his life?

Just wondering is all...

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