LONG LIVE MY iBOOK

My iBook is dead. And Apple has determined it's not covered under the extended warranty, and The House that Jobs Built wants $700 to fix it. I do have $700 ... but if I put it toward the computer, I'm liable to be evicted. Worse, I have one day left to cut my losses by canceling my $250 AppleCare plan -- I bought it one day from a month ago -- if I decide to do so. Oh and Citibank, through which I've done all my banking for nearly 1½ years now, has already declined me for a loan to get enough to trade up to a newer model.

So what happened? Well, since you ask, apparently there's liquid inside the machine. What kind of liquid, they didn't say. I did indeed spill some booze in the vicinity of my computer last weekend, but I was fairly certain nothing got near the keyboard. Perhaps not.

I won't link to it, but I nearly hung up my hat over at Armed Prophet when I thought I'd lost my computer last time. The situation now is at least as bad as this one. That time it cost me less cash-wise, but it cost me a couple years worth of data, which hurt more. This time I'm fairly calm; you can really only mourn a computer once.

As of now I'm still waiting to see how a few things play out, but no matter what it's going to cost me again -- either in money or in long-term technological inconvenience. I pray it's the former.

P.S. Yes, the Frohn thing is still coming. It's basically written, just not in shape. Same with a report on an emotional reading for the collection of the late Michael Kelly's writings at Politics & Prose last night. Also written, also not ready for blog time. They will be soon, but this is the first time in months I've still been at the big office building by the river this late in the evening. It's time to check out and maybe partake in a little of what must have caused all this trouble in the first place.

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posted by WWB at 7:49 PM |