Thursday, May 19, 2005

I Hate Apple

Okay, that's a lie. I'll never hate Apple. But it's becoming apparent why my computer was 'fixed' so quickly. That reason being: they didn't fix anything. On Tuesday I had my mom check the repair status and she noticed that they keep my entire repair history online and although there was a repair date for this particular session, when she clicked on it the page revealed the problems I had last time I sent it in about a year ago (garbled video, battery stopped charging). I thought, I'm sure it's just a typo.

But the iBook is still getting really hot. At first I thought, "Well, I'm sure it's not getting as hot as it used to, and I just can't remember what it's supposed to be like." But no, it's hot. Hot. Funnily, I put a post-it note on my laptop before packing it in the box, because one of the rubber feet fell out awhile ago, so I asked if they could stick a new one in. I'm starting to wonder if they opened the box and said, "Um, she sent in her laptop in for a new rubber foot? Well, okay, here ya go, ship it back."

Yikes. I'll have to call my Apple Case Representative tomorrow and have a little chat.

Angels and Demons

I just had a finish-the-book read-a-thon. I spent the evening at my friends house watching the awesome trash that is the America's Next Top Model season finale. So to make up for that intellectual vacuum, I came home and got snug in the papazan with my book. I may have mentioned that my grandma sent me Dan Brown's Angels and Demons and The DaVinci Code for my birthday, and that's chronologically how they should be read, though they aren't actually one story.

I had just 150 pages left in Angels and Demons, so I pulled through even though I sure seem to read a lot slower than I used to. The book was pretty good, but predictable. I'll write more on it later but I'm dead tired right now. And my left arm is sore, because that book in hardback is downright heavy.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

I Heart Apple

Not even 48 hours. I shipped my trusty companion, a two and a half year old iBook that's been brutalized throughout my graduate career, off to Apple to get the rusty exhaust system replaced. I handed it over to DHL at 3:30pm Monday, the Apple geeks received it Tuesday morning and immediately threw it on the lift. Tuesday afternoon it was on its way back home. Unbelieveable. I've had a lot of trouble with this particular laptop, but sometimes you just get a bum item off the line. Apple has always been amazingly fast at repairing this thing, but this time they set a record.

So my withdrawal never got too bad, and was eased by a six-pack of Sam Adams last night, which makes everything just a little bit better.

In other words: I'm back!

Monday, May 16, 2005

In for repair

I'm finally going to pack up my computer and ship it off to the Apple people to get the fan fixed. It's not going to be pretty with me sitting here in my lonely studio, with only my tv (see post on Lawyer ADD below) and my gym membership staring me in the face. I just hope I can make it a full week without surfing the net, reading the news, needing a phone number, and checking my email. Not to mention blogging and playing snood (which I never played before yesterday and I'm already hooked). Oh well. See you soon (I hope).

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Sunday morning coffee

First, for Mindy: You were right, it's Bryan with a Y. Of course a hairdresser would never be named just plain Brian.

I just got back from a nice brunch-hour coffee at the bakery down the street. I was just going to sit in the garden and read Angels and Demons for awhile, but my friend from across the street was already there inside, eating one of the yummy omelets they serve on weekend mornings, so he joined me outside. A few minutes later, another friend, who lives in my building, arrived, and a few minutes later a couple of his friends showed up (all law school people). So we had a nice table conversation going with hot coffee, light rain (we decided we could tough it out), and easily decided that not having anything better to do was a fantastic feeling.

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