Poor computer, hard drive fractured to nothingness, for so long repeating dreams of warm California sun streaming through the window of a computer lab as capable, screw-driver wielding fingers put its insides right. And it was not meant to be. Little Apple will remain in New York and might be ready as soon as tomorrow (or later tonight when I have no intention of going back to Manhattan). So now I wait. For those keeping track this is my second Mac to need a hard drive replaced (rewind to September of 2001, a month after receiving my first Mac laptop). I am not deterred though. I will continue my fifteen years of brand loyalty.
Look out for lots more of me using my computer in the future!
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My mom brought home a Mac in the late 80's. It was awesome. I could play "Othello" and some basketball game with Larry Bird. Fantastic. Then years later I went PC and never looked back, except for when someone gave me a 2 year old Mac Laptop. I wrote like 80 pages of a novel on there, then one day my cat jumped on the bed, the power plug came undone. When I plugged it in, it went "fitz fitz" then I started to smell melting plastic, and now I have a very heavy paperweight, and a new PC laptop that knock on wood is still not burnt down. yet.
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