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    Sobriquet 56.2

    Friday, July 3, 2009
    Well, I have my computer back, with a brand-new hard drive installed. This means, of course, that I lost virtually everything I'd had on my previous hard drive, which sucks. A lot. Still, having somehow managed to salvage the single file containing my Disgrace chapter, I'm really not in especially bad shape.

    Here's the weird thing: Apple keeps old, defective hard drives they replace. Sleek, cult-like, the Apple store almost seems like it's attempting to silence its nonconformist hardware. I envision hip, tattooed techies sitting at some sterile stainless steel table in California, staring at my former hard drive, asking it pointed questions:

    Apple Techie #1 (hunched over): So, what do you have to say for yourself?
    Hard Drive: Sssssssssssss.
    Apple Techie #2: (forcefully): He asked you what you have to say for yourself.
    Hard Drive: Sssssssssssss.
    Apple Techie #2 (to Techie #1): He won't talk.
    Apple Techie #1 (brandishing a phillips head screwdriver): Oh, he'll talk.
    Hard Drive: Sssssssssssss.
    Fade to black. The familiar "bing!" of a Macintosh being turned on.

    When I got my computer home, I realized I was treating it in much the same way as one might treat a friend recently returned home from the psychiatric ward of a hospital. That is to say, I treated it quite gingerly, wary of making any sudden movements, fearing that I might somehow jostle the brain right out of order again.

    Within a few days, though, I should have all the word processing software installed and should, with a bit of luck, get back to the Disgrace chapter shortly.

    For tomorrow: Read.

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  1. I sort of know what you mean about treating the computer a little differently now that it's home...I've been spending much of the last week nursing my dog back to health, and I found myself checking her every 5 minutes to make sure she was still ok. She's doing much better today, though, and it seems your computer issue is doing the same.

    By Blogger minxy on 05 July, 2009

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