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August 07, 2006
Half a Wormy Apple
While my computer problems may not be quite as bad as this guy's, I'm still psyched to announce a technician is coming to my crib tomorrow morning to "pimp my mac." Or something of the sort. Fingers crossed that spinning rims and black leather are part of the mix.
One thing's certain: the good man agreed with me that the fans were to blame for the whole, "I'm going to work for ten minutes and then won't work again for half an hour...nah nah...pffft!" attitude the old "ass-mac" has been pulling for...oh...six months or so. So at least my diagnostic skills were vindicated. Which will be of extremely small comfort when I write an extremely large sum on an extremely average check tomorrow.
Regardless. He also told me a bunch of G5's were recalled for similar fan issues. Memoirs of a Geisha innuendo aside, does anyone know anything about that? I googled it but didn't get far until the computer, sensing progress of some sort, went dark again. Anyway, it all seemed very urban legend-y, which doesn't give me the greatest confidence in the guy but as long as he doesn't show up with a big black hood and a hooked hand and ants burrowing in his beehive and photos of some hapless tourist's toothbrush stuck up his bum, I'm going to throw caution to the wind and let him fix my problems.
All of them.
ALL of them.
ALL.
So. Hopefully things will be resolved at some point this week. Or I'll have a new laptop. Either way, it seems certain that at some point in August my life will return to its former purpose and I will be able to wile away the dark and lonely hours regaling a global audience with tales that satisfy both a collective thirst for erudition and my own neverending narcissism.
Oh good times.
It ain't just a custard shack.
Posted by Bree at August 7, 2006 07:41 PM