Well, it finally happened. A moment of silence, please, for my old PowerBook, now pushing up daisies on my desk, just about as dead as dead can be. I was happily pecking away, leaving a comment for Lance Mannion, when the cursor froze and, metaphorically speaking, it dropped to the floor clutching its chest. It may still be possible to resuscitate it — and I plan to try, because you always need a few more old computers lying around the house — but it certainly isn’t possible to do my work on the thing, and so I went over the river and through the woods to the Apple store on Saturday.
The PowerBook is dead, long live the MacBook. It has a built-in camera:
With special effects, I hasten to add.
Oh, well. Any fatal error has a good news/bad news component. Good news: It didn’t happen during tax preparation. Bad news: I hadn’t backed up for a while, so some stuff is just lost, at least until I can recover it, which may be a while.
All this by way of saying posting may be light for a few days, as I figure out a few things, including where the hell my copy of MS Word is, because I can’t find it anywhere. It’s not like a writer needs MS Word, oh no. I can pull it off the last backup, but I’d like a clean reinstall.
Anyone feel like hitting me for a video chat, do so. And no, I will not take off my shirt.