Tribulations

Odd kind of day, yesterday.

The kind of day when traffic lights turn red the moment you approach, the petrol station you drive into when you're nearly out of fuel has plastic bags over all the pumps, the projector for the talk you're giving that evening is locked into an office and you have to help the organisers kick a door down to retrieve it, and the kind of day where you find that, on the drive home, half a litre of water has leaked from a bottle into the very innards of your beloved Apple Powerbook. The computer you run your entire life from – a million-dollar expedition, tens of thousands of emails, a diary chock-full of hundreds of meetings and speaking engagements, a web design business, the book you're writing and ten gigabytes of music.

I'm typing this on my old PC. Looking over at the black screen of my lifeless Powerbook, I can't help feeling that half my brain is missing.

I'm going to wheel the carcass into the Apple store this morning to see if anything can be done. After a thorough overnight drying, it boots up valiantly and the hard drive seems ok, but the screen is worryingly dim and the trackpad/button appear to be dead. Hopefully the boffins can resuscitate it. If not, I might be bankrupting myself to get a new MacBook Pro. We'll see…

— Filed under Miscellany