Monday, March 01, 2010

Oh computer, where for art thou?

It is going on day 6 without my computer.  I told The Guy that I was tempted to call the repair shop just to see if she misses me.  He said he didn't realize my computer was a girl, but that he was sure "she" was fine.  About five minutes later, I got a message from the repair guy.  Her hard drive is cacked.  Done like dinner.  Now, it's still working enough to retrieve everything off it, so I don't have to cry.  But, the hard drive won't be replaced for another few days.  SOB.

So far, it's not too bad being without a computer constantly in front of me.  Of course, 4 of those 6 days I was at work and had computer access.  At home, I can choose to hide in The Guy's office, but it is cold and lonely.  The dog refuses to come in here and I get bored when there is just the computer and not: the computer, the television, the dog, a book, my knitting, etc. 

I gotta say, without the computer, I am so bored I might work out.  Again. 


  1. I can sympathize. Being without my laptop for the first month of this year was the WORST EVER. Why do we keep getting Dells?

  2. The macbook pro was the best decision I ever made.

    And my word verification describes what I am: ablessed.

  3. Of course it is a SHE.

    1) No one but the Creator understands their internal logic.
    2) The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else.
    3) Even your smallest mistakes are stored in long-term memory for later retrieval.
    4) As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.
    5) You do the same thing for years and suddenly it's wrong.

  4. Mine is a "he". Gilbert. As in my printer, Gutenberg. But, he is a MacBook and so I have not had any silly problems like that. I did go away for a *cough*holiday*cough* conference and was without Gilbert for a week. It was tragic. Tonight we're re-uniting. With Sour Skittles.

    Hope you get her back SOON!

    Ky's bus friend


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