Today I’m posting from Prince Farming’s computer. Why? Because 2 years ago, when I went to buy my computer, I asked for an Apple. But instead I got a lemon. I’m not kidding. We have been a Mac family for a long time now. I wasn’t an easy convert, but when our desk-top PC started showing incurable signs of age and wearing, Prince Farming (before he was a farmer) came home with an Apple (maybe a G3 tower). I can’t say I was jumping up and down – except for the fact that we had a new computer. So I learned the things that aren’t so intuitive about a Mac (dragging a disk to the trash to eject it. . . . why would you want to trash a totally good disk?).
Now, several years later, I’m on my 2nd Laptop - a Lemon one. When the Apple started dying (it wasn’t a terrible thing- probably misuse. The place where the electric thingy plugged in got a bent thingy so connection wasn’t being made. . . since that apparatus was part of the motherboard, it cost more to fix than to replace). So I got this new computer. Two years ago, I think. And it just didn’t really work well. Being super busy and not great on follow-through, I just limped along with it until something happened. I can’t remember what that something is, because I have a knack for not remembering details. All I know is that it had to spend a weekend at the Apple store where they replaced the hard drive. The whole thing. For free (well, under warranty). And now, I went from watching an Olympic segment one evening in bed, to an insomniac moment during the night – where all I got was a black screen. Then it improved. I got a blinking question mark inside a file-folder icon. So I found a bootable disk. When it booted up, I decided to just reload Leopard – the operating system (in the heat of the moment), but luckily that wasn’t an option. See – the destination drive never showed up – it couldn’t recognize ANY drive. I found my way to a "Disk Repair" option, which I immediately clicked on. And I got a lot of red writing (some kind of error messages that might well have said "your computer is fried" "We’re laughing at you for even trying this option" "What do you think we are, miracle workers?" "You have a snowball’s hope in hell" "There are not enough seconds in the year for this to be fixed"). I had to wait for the Pacific Coast people to wake up and show up to work. When I called them, they walked me through the same steps I’d stumbled through during the night. To no avail. They let me make an appointment with the Genius Bar. Isn’t that a great name? Except they’re not such geniuses as to be able to get the info off my non-backed-up hard drive. I’d have to commit some sort of crime in order for that to happen. CSI could get to my info. But not the Genius Bar geeks. Which you should be in mourning about with me. I realized that my biggest uh-oh in not being backed up are the pictures I’ve been saving to share on my blog. Everything else I can recreate or retrieve someplace else – since I WAS backed up at the time of my HD replacement.
So you’re wondering about the picture at the top of this post. I had to scroll through Prince Farming’s iPhoto Library. This is a shot he stopped for along the road to our house. Obviously in this area you see a lot of road kill. And litter. Someone just got creative with their findings. Hope you enjoy. Tomorrow I’ll go for my Genius Bar appointment. I’m bracing myself for yet another Hard Drive. But in the mean time I’m preparing my lawyer-type speech to begnagpleaddemand negotiate a whole new computer. An APPLE one.