1000 yard stare
The boy at the Apple Store was convinced that my troubles had to be from a botched install of Panther, so on his recommendation, I returned home and ported my work off to the old G4 and CDs and reformatted the hard drive and installed it fresh.
Within 5 minutes of having the PowerBook back up, it crashed again…. Within 10 minutes I was on the phone with Apple Care. Now with the software being ruled out, that means that this is the third hardware failure since I bought the damn thing last September.
They sent out a box for it and before sending it in I scribbled a hand-written note and taped it to the top of the unit in hopes to appeal to the emotions of the Apple Service Department. Probably wasted effort… Todayâ€™s business / customer service model doesnâ€™t accommodate the human condition. Not even companies who tout a touchy-feely â€œwe like peopleâ€ image like Apple.
Hardware failures donâ€™t just happen to nifty little portable computers. Kevin stepped off a curb and twisted funny over the weekend and wound up throwing his back out. He does this about once or twice a year… Back injuries are miserable because you canâ€™t get comfortable.
I suck at playing nurse â€“ and wind up feeling sick and helpless. I do my best to keep his cold-packs changed and fetch him a Darvocet every four hours… Itâ€™s all I can do.
My dad came by the house with some homeopathic stuff from his stores. (His back is permanently fucked).
I greeted dad with a big hug. The nightmare chrisglass is going through with his father has really been sticking in my head lately. Since mom left, Dadâ€™s permanently sad and doesnâ€™t like to leave the house much. I tempted him with a fresh pot of coffee to stick around a little bit and hang out. It was good to just sit around and spend some time with him.
Since the divorce, both of my parents have pretty much become damaged goods. I wish it was as easy as calling Parent-Careâ„¢ and having them send out a box so I could send them in for repairs as well. Unlike my PowerBook, I wouldnâ€™t push for a replacement… Repairs only please.
Damage aside, Glassâ€™ situation has reminded me of the significance, and impermanence of parents.
They, (or anyone for that matter), do not have an expiration date printed clearly on their necks for you to check.
If I had a blog Iâ€™d probably attempt some dumb ass, limp-dicked correlation between my broken laptop, Kevinâ€™s back, my dadâ€™s soul and my friend dealing with his pop dying.