Stupid winter. Stupid computers. STUPID EVERYTHING!
Loony’s computer shit the bed the other day.
His unbacked-up computer.
I had to appreciate Loony’s completely unflappable nature because he didn’t waste much time gnashing his teeth over it.
He found a new computer that day (in our garage, natch) had Chrome restore his bookmarks and was ready to go with minimal downtime and relationship fallout.
I could learn a lot from him.
I would have thrown an epic temper tantrum and then treated everyone like shit because I don’t like sitting in my poopy diaper by myself. Thank god there is at least one adult in this relationship.
It also helps that most of his computing is done entirely on-line and he doesn’t store anything truly important on his computer. That kind of stuff (mostly photos and home movies) is stored on my mine.
My completely unbacked-up computer.
I realize I’m playing with fire because bad things happen to me.
Which is why I am blogging from the Apple store. For four hours.
Loony’s disaster was just the kick in the pants I needed.
You see, I haven’t backed up my computer since I switched over to my MacBook Air because:
- I am stupid and
- my old drive was acting sketchy and
- I lost all my iTunes music so
- I was afraid to touch it because maybe it was still there and I should just not fuck with it and
- setting up a new back-up drive is far too complicated
- so I
orderedasked Minion to do it and
- he did something weird to my new drive which kept it from doing anything but
- I’m not smart enough to figure that shit out
- so I just buried my head in the sand and
- tried not to think about how bad it would suck for me to lose my drive and everything on it and
- how it would be all my fault which would only make it a zillion times worse
Naturally I did nothing for months.
Then I witnessed Loony’s self-destruction and knew that I, unlike him, have A LOT to lose if my computer screws the pooch and I, also unlike him, don’t have the maturity to act like a decent human being in that event.
So now I’m here, posting from the Apple store on their ginormous display while I babysit my computer as it backs up.
I like this place.
I like the cute guy who is helping me (who is definitely young enough to be my son) even though it was a little deflating when he didn’t know who sang Rock The Casbah, which happened to be the corrupt file that was fucking everything up. Or maybe my old drive is what fucked the song up.
Either way, Rock the Casbah is my harbinger of doom.
But I forgive him because he was so patient about my multi-layered tale of stupidity. He probably felt good about the fact that he was being nice to an old person.
Whatever, I’ll take it. Just don’t make me do this alone!
And I haven’t even gotten around to my other tale of stupidity from yesterday.
It was zero degrees outside. Not, “Haha it’s so cold it’s like zero degrees!”
No. Like actually zero degrees.
Blue hates my ass because I don’t want to take him on a long walk. Go fucking figure. He’s practically hairless so I don’t understand why he’s so psyched to go out there.
I bundled up and took him for a quickie around the block so he could drain the tiny weasel and I thought to check on the chickens.
The poor girls are hanging in there with all this cold but I worry about my Silkies.
Those dutiful little mamas insist on sitting on All The Eggs even if it means not huddling with the other ladies under the warmth of the heat lamp. Sure enough little Dinkers was shivering on a clutch of five eggs.
I didn’t have a carton on hand so I cleverly put two eggs in each of my coat pockets and carried the other one.
Then I slipped on the ice and MIRACULOUSLY only the egg in my hand broke. The ones in my pockets cracked but didn’t break open (because I landed on my ass and elbow) and I limped home with egg on my coat and a sore ass.
I used the cracked eggs for pancakes.
Wow. Isn’t that fascinating?
I’m hoping that my computer ends up as good as the egg debacle. One broken egg (dead backup drive and I lost my Clash mp3s but who cares) but all my data is salvageable and safely put on a new drive and I can back up daily again.
I will back up daily again.
Then I’ll beg Nina’s husband to help me figure out a RAID system for keeping my data safe.
Oh my God. Get me out of here, I have to pee soooo baaaaaddddd….