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At 8 am on the dot Fed Ex came to my door to drop off my beloved Macbook. I had no idea who in the world would be at my door at 8 am, and my Fed Ex carrier was rather petite so I didn’t see her through the peephole. I was walking away from the door when I heard strange beeping, got kind of creeped out, looked through the window, and saw the Fed Ex logo on her sleeve. I had no idea what she was doing there – well I knew she was delivering a package – but I had no idea what it was. She had to tell me that it was my computer. Did I mention it was 8 am?

She didn’t actually wake me up. I am a chronic insomniac and had JUST gone to bed when she knocked on the door. It was seriously at the precise moment my head hit the pillow. I tried everything to sleep last night. I finished reading My Sister’s Keeper, which I ended up hating. I yelled at it at when I finished it at 5 am (sorry neighbors). It was just not my cup of tea at all. It was three highly implausible story lines weakly tied together. Any one of the story lines would be enough for a ridiculous book, but the three of them together? The only way that book would be redeemable is if it was a true story. It’s too unbelievable to be fiction, but would be remarkable if it was true. Maybe she should have just passed it off as the truth . . . Frey? Frey? Frey?

(When Cameron was in Egypt’s land)

Woo random movie quotes!

I also watched The Queen, I thought for sure that a movie full of British accents would knock me right out. Nothing against the British, I find the accents soothing, especially when they’re thick, and I have no idea what they’re saying. It’s really easy to drift off in that situation. For those of you that have seen the movie, it’s super low key, kind of slow, and not a lot happens – it seems like the perfect movie to lull you to sleep, but I only missed one scene.

Tonight I started the Golden Girls from the beginning. I took all kinds of nerdy notes in preparation for the episode guide I first mention on day one of Macbooklessness. If the insomnia continues, I’ll be done with all seven seasons before the month is out.

Anyway, my Macbook had all kinds of stuff done to it. I got a new bezel (had to Google it), a heat pipe, a new CD/DVD drive, and my monitor works now! I was holding off on repairs until that pesky thesis was done, because I could not go five days without my laptop during hermit/writing time. It’s good to have it back, but there seems to be some pixel damage at the bottom of the screen. My hunch is that I got a refurbished screen. I know it’s not the one I sent in because the chip is missing, unless they buffed it, but I don’t think people buff Macbook screens. I’m really impressed with how fast Apple got it back to me. I dropped it off at 8:30 pm on Wednesday, and got it back two business days later. That’s pretty fantastic. See! I’m not just a hater. I hated on two things, and loved two things, so I’m fair and balanced. ;)

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A few days ago (probably on Macbookless – Day Two) I remembered what right clicking is. I kept automatically alt clicking and not knowing why nothing was happening.

Have I mentioned that this laptop has NO battery? There is physically a battery in it, but it doesn’t do anything. If the power cord disconnects for more than two seconds then the whole thing shuts down.

I think I’ve figured out the limits of this computer. I can have at most two programs open (Firefox and Pidgin, although I did open Adobe Reader once, that was a trial in patience. I am not Job.) In Firefox I can have four tabs, but none of the pages can have embedded audio or video – java and flash are the kiss of death. Usually any sort of moving or singing thing will crash my browser, but it doesn’t crash quickly. It freezes, and when I try to force quit it takes another 5 minutes or so. If I have more than four tabs open, I get the virtual memory dump balloon. I’ve uninstalled the memory sucking programs that run secretly in the background, but I guess I either have missed a few, or there really is just not enough memory to handle five tabs.

I stayed away from the PC today, mostly because of a killer migraine, but also I started to get into the Picoult book. I still don’t love it. I realized one of my problems with it is I picture Cameron Diaz every time there is a chapter written from the mother’s perspective. I have a love/hate relationship with Ms. Diaz (Being John Malkovich = love, There’s Something About Mary = hate, her political and social activism = love and hate – it’s kind of endearing because she seems to be trying so hard, but it also feels like she’s that girl from your high school that suddenly became really passionate about something because she saw it on Oprah). I know this isn’t fair to Ms. Picoult, but I can’t undo it now, and I doubt I’d like the mother character anyway. Sometimes I like when chapters are written from different character’s perspectives, but it’s not really working for me with this book. I find myself dreading chapters written by certain characters, and the whole thing just seems overly dramatic. I keep getting a sense of “this is really serious you guys!” underneath all her writing. I get it, it’s serious. Quit trying to convince us and just keep that plot going. I think the 23-hour headache has made me overly harsh. I understand that Ms. Picoult has an often-hospitalized child of her own (just from the book jacket, I didn’t do any other research, I’m not ready to hear her story because I don’t want it to influence my impression of the book), and I guess that if I was a person who had an experience similar to the mother in the book or Ms. Picoult then I might feel differently. I might feel that affirmation that comes from reading a story that expresses the thought and feelings you can’t, but I don’t feel that way.


Upon reviewing my post, I realized that the Oprah comment was unnecessarily snotty. Although I’m not all about celebrities telling us that we can be fabulous if we’d just make all the choices they do – Gwynnie, I’m looking in your direction – it’s unfair of me to criticize the catalyst for one’s politicization. As a feminist, and a person who has formally studied gender for the past decade, it is especially heinous for me to make such a meanie-pants observation. So I apologize. Go ahead, become politicized through Oprah, but please, do some more research – like listening to NPR, because as all good liberals know – everything on NPR can be taken as gospel. 😉

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