babble
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
Taking chances:
My life is just a whirlwind of neverending excitement.
Last night, my laptop made a desperate suicide attempt right before my eyes. I was installing a service pack, and all was going along smoothly, and then suddenly, it happened - my sweet, loving laptop completely froze mid-install. No keyboard response. No mouse response. Nothing. I pleaded and cajoled and cursed fate and made unholy promises to Beelzebub in a desperate attempt to avoid the inevitable, but eventually I had to do a hard reboot. (No, that's not as dirty as it sounds.) Of course, since I'd been in the middle of updating the operating system when it crashed, the wildly suicidal laptop would not boot. It would get all the way up to the "loading Windows" screen and then it would recycle and start the boot process over again. No amount of messing with the recovery processes was helping, and I was beginning to think all was lost. However, I was able to boot the machine using a Linux boot CD, so I knew that there was a tiny glimmer of hope left for recovery. Then, I found the installation CD for the operating system and made two attempts at a repair installation. The second was successful. So now the laptop is purring away, behaving the way a good little laptop should. It was touch and go for a while there, though. The lappy was on the edge of a cliff, but I managed to pull it back just before it plummeted to certain death on the rocks below.
God, I'm weird.
In another ridiculously exciting episode, I actually left the house this weekend and braved the wilds of everyone's favorite suburban furniture warehouse, IKEA. Usually, I will not go to IKEA alone if I can avoid it, but I just could not stand to look at the unbearably stark, bare, rugless floors of my loft any longer. So I forced myself to get into my yuppiemobile and drive up to Burbank to mingle with the blond, tanned suburbanites and upwardly mobile gay couples at the Swedish superstore.
Fortunately, I found that the experience was not as horrifying as I'd pictured it would be. I was able to successfully navigate my way to the rug section, and as luck would have it, a whole assload of their Persian rugs were on sale. I dug through the larger ones and located a beautiful red and black one at a significantly discounted price. Really, I know this sounds retarded, but I am just fucking tickled by this purchase. It looks perfect in my living room, my cat likes it, and I can now resume the practice of making little fists with my toes in a soft wool rug. It's those little pleasures that make life great. Perhaps if my laptop had had the opportunity to make toe-fists in a rug, it wouldn't have attempted seppuku.
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