As far as I could tell, somehow a wounded animal had gotten into the kitchen. I entered warily, sneaking glances around the kitchen table, expecting the afflicted to leap out at me if I dropped my guard. Was it a rabid chipmunk? A squirrel? No. Reality was much, much more frightening than my feeble imagination.
The screaming wounded creature turned out to be my hard drive.
You know, the hard drive that I really, really, really meant to be backing up on a much more regular basis? That hard drive.
Where does a Mac User turn when there's no hope? The Genius Bar. No. Really. You sign in at any computer in the Apple store, then wait your turn at the Genius. My personal Genius has offered me hope of "data recovery."
I hope he knows how fragile I am right now.
Ouch!
Posted by: aelfheld | September 25, 2005 at 02:30 AM
You should ballad him:
"I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I got my personal genius
Working on my hard drive at the bar..."
Posted by: rew | September 25, 2005 at 10:44 AM
Good idea, Rew. I think I'll save it for the transition from vulnerable to desperate.
Posted by: Sandy | September 25, 2005 at 08:23 PM