Tuesday, April 03, 2007
In the old days, there was the zeeeeeeeoooooooom. Then the plickety-plack of the computer’s fan beginning to turn. Yes, there were magic rays of light bouncing every which way inside of it, illuminating the hard drive, and waking the LCD screen from its slumber.
And it was all going normal on the train. I decided to turn it off after we left Providence. Then it coughed. Or stuttered.
It never did that before.
There was a certain suddenness and sadness to it all. It just coughed. And then it died. It hasn’t come back on since.
I was on deadline for three stories. I was about to start a new job. I needed to find a new place. I wanted to catch up with old friends. I needed to do all these things that I did for months with the unwavering support of a laptop that died on me in Rhode Island. It used to purr when it warmed up. Now I just have to work on a way to get my brand new Dave Matthews Band sticker off without ripping it.
I won’t bury it with my sticker. continue...