Prometheus Unleashed: Am I Wearing a Magnet or Something?

2.17.2006

Am I Wearing a Magnet or Something?

First my iPod dies — which means I’m going to have to take it in to Best Buy for a third attempt at repair for this same problem.

Then my Palm follows suit. So I have to restore everything from my laptop (which, since I’ve just been using the basic Palm and Apple software, doesn’t keep everything).

And then yesterday, my laptop goes kerblooie. And I’ve basically spent the entire time since trying to repair it — with limited degrees of success. (At this particular point in time, I’m looking at a blank gray screen — not a promising sign.)

I tell you, at tonight’s poker night, I’m either going to be a ruthless competitor or a rapidly-losing drunk. Haven’t figured out which yet.

3 Comments:

At 10:55 PM, Kori said...: Yes, Bill, you are wearing a magnet. Take if off, already!

Sorry about all you tech woes---that sucks.
At 10:56 PM, Kori said...: Sorry, I meant "your" tech woes---you are not a tech woe. :)
At 1:14 AM, Daniel said...: I, however, AM a tech woe. Technology takes one look at me and runs. It knows that I don't like it. My repro carbon-filament bulbs are all burning out precisely at the same time. The thermostat on my eighty-year old oven has elected NOW, after all these years, to start going flaky.

The spring-wound motor on the big Grafonola that I use in the dining room has also started to go funky, but fortunately that's easily fixed with 3-in-1 oil. At least there's one realm of techno in which I reign...just my rotten luck it's decades out of date.

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Am I Wearing a Magnet or Something?

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