Oh yes.
(And before I begin...it might seem that my re-telling of event is a little dramatic. And it was. I'm a science major. EVERYTHING IS DRAMATIC when your laptop dies. All your statistical data is on that bad boy. ALL OF IT.)
Nothing says back at school like a damn hard drive dying. In the middle of finishing a lab report. For a learning team that has the collective attention span of a toddler.
Oh yes. Welcome back to the World of Academia.
FUCK you.
So I have been remiss in my blogging - writing lab reports and scientific papers on genetic mutations will kinda put a dampener on my creative need to blog.
But I'm back.
And have something to vent about......
I know you missed that.
Don't lie....:D
Hard drives. You stealthy little bastards. You sit there in your hidden, secured heart of my computer and FRY. Without warning. One day you are pumping out the information and the next day you are on vacation. BASTARDS.
I get it. Computer technology has a build obsolescence - to ensure that computer manufacturers will always make money due to your need to replace your computer in a set period of time. (I KNOW they do....don't say that they don't....I'm a student on the edge!)
Sneaky. Very sneaky.
But I will not give up on my laptop yet. No Sir.
I did, in the beginning, want to beat the shit out of this white piece of plastic and its assorted computer stuffs - but I decided that a trip to the Genius Bar (No Sheldon in sight, much to my disappointment) was in order. They patched her up and told me it was only life support measures.....that it will need a heart transplant. They weren't kidding.
*BAM* FLAT LINE.........
FUCK. OH FUCK. FUCK NO. DEAR FUCKING GOD...NOoooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!
Yes. *tears*
I had been working on a lab report for a series of online experiments I had spent the better part of two days running. I was at the end of my summary. It was pure fucking gold. And then SPLAT. Nothing. De nada. Why you motherf-ing......UGH.
Lucky for me my computer had just done a back up onto my external hard drive (life support systems) and then flat lined. Even in death it tried to save me.
NEW HARD DRIVE.....STAT!
Hold on laptop.....just stay with me!!!
Parker performed the surgery. I couldn't watch as the guts of my MacBook were laid bare on the table. I couldn't watch as the innards of my trusty computer were pried open, picked through, air sprayed clean and put back together - sans fired hard drive - sporting a new, shiny hard drive.
We held our breath as the computer was re-booted and operating programs loaded.
She pulled through. As good as new.
More importantly ALL my work was there and in place. Success.
I cannot begin to express to you all the importance of BACKING UP everything!!! It takes a second. And that second will save you a heart attack later and whole lot of emotional distress.
So in conclusion -
I present the following request.
Dear Santa,
For Christmas I want the newest Apple Time Capsule (3 TB). The mother of ALL external hard drives, back up operating systems, and motherfreaking piece of mind.
I promise that I will be good and not throw another tantrum in the middle of the Apple store. Promise.
Carry on peeps. Its all good now.
