Another Funny Story

So get this: My computer decided to take a crap this weekend, after I spent half a day working on a new blog entry. Ha ha ha ha ha.

No, wait, it gets better: I lost a lot of my files, so I drove to CompUSA to pick up Disk Warrior as a last resort. Ah, but today is Easter Sunday and, apparently, the folks at CompUSA were too busy hunting for Easter eggs to open up their fucking store. Funny, huh?

Which meant it was off to the Apple Store in Santa Monica. For folks who have no idea where I live (all of you), that’s about twenty-five minutes away. Of course, I decided to call first. I wasn’t about to head over there unless I was certain the store was open and the fucking software I needed was there. I’m no idiot. (or so I thought)

So I called directory assistance on my mobile phone, as I raced down the highway to the Apple Store (yes, it’s still legal to do that here in SoCal). Directory assistance patched me through to the Apple Store, which dumped me into their automated phone center. I was supposed to press “5” for all other questions. I accidentally pushed “2,” which kicked me into Tech Support. FUCK!

So I redialled directory assistance. They credited my account for the previous call and patched me through again. Finally, I got in touch with an Apple Store rep. They were open and they had Disk Warrior! Thank goodness for pagans.

So I got home and ran Disk Warrior on my computer, only to find out it was too late. My disk was done for. Fortunately, I backed up my hard disk not that long ago. So I decide to reinstall the system software and start over.

The reinstallation of the software went OK. But as I was waiting for the back-up process to complete, I pushed back in my desk chair and glided gracefully across my polished cement floor. Then I heard an unsettling thunk. I turned around, to discover one of the casters on my desk chair caught the power cord to my laptop, pulling it off my desk, resulting in an impromptu suicidal swan dive onto the cold cement floor.

Now my computer’s really dead. Yeah, I’m an idiot. And I’m fucked. With stories like this, why do I need to make anything up?

Comments 12

  1. Smivey wrote:

    I agree, wendy. I agree.

    Posted 30 Nov -0001 at 12:00 am
  2. sx70 wrote:



    do i even KNOW you?

    Posted 28 Mar 2005 at 5:36 am
  3. wendy wrote:

    nothing is as sickening as the thud an ibook makes on cement.

    Posted 28 Mar 2005 at 2:03 pm
  4. boredhousewife wrote:

    oh, smive…it DID get worse. :( I should have stuck around…

    my condolences, again.

    Posted 28 Mar 2005 at 6:17 pm
  5. Lani wrote:

    Hi, my name is Smivey and I like throwing my laptop around.

    Posted 28 Mar 2005 at 8:30 pm
  6. Smivey wrote:

    Since I am virtually weightless, my laptop is all I have to throw around.

    Posted 29 Mar 2005 at 2:49 pm
  7. Pip wrote:

    perhaps the thud of an infant on cement is more sickening, but i’m not even convinced of that.

    i will mourn with you, my brother in mac. what was her name?

    Posted 29 Mar 2005 at 8:12 pm
  8. kris wrote:

    like cement to debris,
    it was meant to be

    Posted 30 Mar 2005 at 9:06 am
  9. Smivey wrote:

    OK, kris, you get one warning. Poetry will not be tolerated on this blog site.

    Posted 30 Mar 2005 at 2:08 pm
  10. dvl wrote:

    i hear they have computers at the library that you can use for free.

    Posted 31 Mar 2005 at 1:51 am
  11. Smivey wrote:

    Thank you. You are quite a source of information, dvl. Have you ever considered becoming a librarian?

    Posted 31 Mar 2005 at 5:30 am
  12. Pip wrote:

    I could mail you my staff ID from an educational institution. With a little tape and a passport photo, you too could have an educational discount.

    Or you could, y’know, order it from the Apple Edu Store online, where they don’t check for that sort of thing.

    Posted 31 Mar 2005 at 7:07 pm

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