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I miss my computer. Wah.
Apr. 22nd, 2003 01:48 amMy computer is spending the night at the Apple Store in SoHo. It's probably still running Disk Doctor.
On one hand, I know perfectly well in probably more detail than anyone would sit still to listen to exactly why it won't boot; but on the other hand I say it was my computer, and it has betrayed me. Either that, or it is possessed by demons.
So, I spent the entire afternoon sitting at the Genius Bar with my iBook, being intermittantly waited upon by the cute, dorky guy and watching progress bars crawl across my screen. Naturally, I ended up taking an interest in everyone around me.
Most notably, there was the journalist who had just replaced his old PowerBook G3, which had failed him in some unspecified, non-obvious way, with a new twelve inch aluminum PowerBook G4. He wanted to transfer all of the data from the former to the latter. Before his flight for Kuwait. In an hour.
I provided some minor assistance, in the form of the information that he could use the license key from his other copy of Microsoft Office and Microsoft would not actually know any better.
There was also the guy who'd had a logic board fail in his iBook, and wouldn't stop talking about it as if it was a personal failing on the part of the guy behind the Genius Bar. (His retort: "Could you take it into the Gateway Barn? Or the Dell Surf Shack?") And the guy who came to pick up his PowerBook that was supposed to have had the optical drive replaced, but we decided that they probably called him accidentally since it certainly seemed to be the same optical drive. And the old lady who brought in her iMac because she couldn't connect to her AT&T email. By the time I had to go to class, she still hadn't figured it out -- something to do with her not knowing what her username or password are, I suspect.
Besides these fascinating diversions, there were presentations on how to do exciting, revolutionary things like rearrange the icons in your dock going on in that theatre they have at the Apple Store. When that had lost all power to grip, I also had the book The Ivory Tower and Harry Potter on me as I had just picked it up from the library. Unfortunately, I do not have it on me now (although I have managed to get my hands on a computer), as there was some interesting stuff in it worthy of discussion. Although there was a truly useless article about Harry Potter fan communities on the internet. It contained all the usual impassioned rhetoric about fans who "break down, tear apart and rearrange texts" (I can't recall the quote exactly), but no actual mention of such phenomena as, oh, say, fanfic. I was thoroughly boggled. It did, however, describe the process of posting on a message board in excruciatingly luddite-friendly detail. Most odd.
On one hand, I know perfectly well in probably more detail than anyone would sit still to listen to exactly why it won't boot; but on the other hand I say it was my computer, and it has betrayed me. Either that, or it is possessed by demons.
So, I spent the entire afternoon sitting at the Genius Bar with my iBook, being intermittantly waited upon by the cute, dorky guy and watching progress bars crawl across my screen. Naturally, I ended up taking an interest in everyone around me.
Most notably, there was the journalist who had just replaced his old PowerBook G3, which had failed him in some unspecified, non-obvious way, with a new twelve inch aluminum PowerBook G4. He wanted to transfer all of the data from the former to the latter. Before his flight for Kuwait. In an hour.
I provided some minor assistance, in the form of the information that he could use the license key from his other copy of Microsoft Office and Microsoft would not actually know any better.
There was also the guy who'd had a logic board fail in his iBook, and wouldn't stop talking about it as if it was a personal failing on the part of the guy behind the Genius Bar. (His retort: "Could you take it into the Gateway Barn? Or the Dell Surf Shack?") And the guy who came to pick up his PowerBook that was supposed to have had the optical drive replaced, but we decided that they probably called him accidentally since it certainly seemed to be the same optical drive. And the old lady who brought in her iMac because she couldn't connect to her AT&T email. By the time I had to go to class, she still hadn't figured it out -- something to do with her not knowing what her username or password are, I suspect.
Besides these fascinating diversions, there were presentations on how to do exciting, revolutionary things like rearrange the icons in your dock going on in that theatre they have at the Apple Store. When that had lost all power to grip, I also had the book The Ivory Tower and Harry Potter on me as I had just picked it up from the library. Unfortunately, I do not have it on me now (although I have managed to get my hands on a computer), as there was some interesting stuff in it worthy of discussion. Although there was a truly useless article about Harry Potter fan communities on the internet. It contained all the usual impassioned rhetoric about fans who "break down, tear apart and rearrange texts" (I can't recall the quote exactly), but no actual mention of such phenomena as, oh, say, fanfic. I was thoroughly boggled. It did, however, describe the process of posting on a message board in excruciatingly luddite-friendly detail. Most odd.
