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a whiny Sunday

slidingsideways: (savvy smiling)
Sunday, March 15th, 2009 01:00 pm
I want my computer back.

The problem is a part called the inverter (and associated inverter cable) that controls the screen backlight. Because the computer is so old (2002), the part isn't easily available and has to be ordered. We're waiting for the inverter to arrive and then it's a fiddly, delicate repair.

Meanwhile, I'm getting separation anxiety. My laptop is my little silicon security blanket. I want my iTunes and my Photoshop and my own damn mail program instead of grabbing it off the web. I have a bunch of photos from Thursday night's Bruins game waiting to be shopped and cropped and uploaded, including a few pictures of our mild-mannered forward PJ Axelsson losing his temper after a dangerous hit. (I've never seen Axe get angry.* It was hilarious.) And I really want my calendar program back. Seatmate brought me a paper calendar to use as a backup, but I prefer having everything at my fingertips.

Grumble.

Without my own iTunes, I've been listening to a lot of music on YouTube. Two completely different recommendations: OMD's mellow Talking Loud and Clear, a staple of my teenage years, and Rusted Root's Send Me on my Way, happy music extraordinaire, with thanks to Seatmate.

Bruins @ Penguins at 3:00. Go Bruins!

* Edited: I had forgotten that Axe had a fight last season. He's had one other fight in the NHL and that was in 2000. What a brute.
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one of those weeks

slidingsideways: (oops)
Monday, March 9th, 2009 10:45 am
Where do I start?

My laptop is in the shop. The screen started disconnecting itself and going dark. I probably need a new screen, but because the computer is so old (Apple calls it "vintage"), it will be expensive. I'm waiting to find out how expensive.

I'm using a rented white iBook G4 that must be nearly as old as my machine. But I'm grateful to have it. I feel lost without a computer. And considering how much of my life is on my laptop (appointments, phone numbers, lists), I feel very lost without it.

(Pause to wish for an iPod Touch, which would contain a current copy of my calendar and contacts.)

I don't have a copy of the WEP key to my Airport wireless station. Seatmate has the WEP key somewhere in his computer, but we can't figure out how to read it. I am locked out of my wireless. I'm tethered to my DSL modem by the only cable I could find, which is just long enough to get the computer on the foot of the bed.

One of my teeth quit late last week. It looks normal, but it hurts; something is rotten in Denmark. I couldn't get an emergency appointment over the weekend, so I stuck it out with Vicodin halves. (I have an appointment at noon, having canceled physical therapy.) Seatmate brought me Anbesol and cooked build-your-own burritos, ground beef and Spanish rice and cheese in one of my soft hippie wheat-and-oat wraps. Awesome. The leftovers will be my post-dentist lunch.

But first I have to face the novocaine.
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