Macintosh Smackintosh

Big surprise - image stolen from internets. I'm a criminal.
Come get me. I can't outrun you.

 My Mac has now died.

I had my tech over yesterday (he has no web page or I'd totally link to him, he's been my Mac tech for nearly 12 years - yikes!).

After doing all his voodo whoodo and diagnostics and housecleaning his face got 'that look' and he said, "You know, this hardly ever happens with these little iMacs, but your hard drive is dying."

Deborah say wah?

Oye to the vey.

Poopy shitty.

Holy crapinoli.

Who's ass can I kick?

Pouting.

Ranting.

Eating.

The best part (sarcasm?? hehehe), I need to take it to Apple. Yep, I have to schlep my Mac and it's power cord to Apple. I'd insert a well-timed F word, but if I start I'll never stop.

I'll eyeball the iPads I've been lusting for lately. Oh yeah, did I mention that my netbook took a shit as well? Uh huh. I'm the puter-death-ray around these parts. Pup grabbed his MacBook and hid it. Pussy!

So! It's all good. I'm on the Pup-spare in the guest room (damn PC - hate that clumsy, clunky, noisy thing), I have a mid-term to study for, and I didn't hit the bottle.

It's a good day!