Well, the little iBook that I have lovingly abused lo these last three years has finally bit the dust. Its horrible physical state– missing key and scratched screen (yes, there is a perpetual hair-like scratch in the lower right corner; I’ve been brushing it away for months now) and filthy everything–have finally given way to a horrible mental state: it will not boot. AT ALL. For a while, it has every-so-often blinked out on me (luckily never during anything important), and once in a while would not wake up once in sleep mode. But yesterday, it simply gave up.
I do not blame it; I have abused the crap out of it. I do, however, need everybody within my internet-earshot to do a little dance for it to boot ONE LAST TIME so that I can get to those files that have not been backed up. Ahem. Ready? K. Start those feet a-tappin’.
In the iBook’s place comes the MacBook (est arrival date Oct 10). ‘Til then, I am relegated to the use of B’s machine, and I am quite out-of-practice in the PC world, so please understand if an email goes unanswered for longer than normal, etc.
And speaking of biting the dust: this week begins the countdown to the bath to corning race, which is this Sunday. Wish us well, and anticipate some major tag-team blogging of the race next week.
Oh, so when you do the dance to get my old iBook to boot, throw in couple anti-rain steps so that this weekend is dry (but it ain’t looking good for that). Wet running = major chafing. And we all know how much I love a good chafe!