Another day, another dead hard drive.
Let's pour one out for my trusty iMac, and raise one up for backups, baybee! So while I'm having my hard drive and RAM upgraded, because I don't believe in forking out for new technology until I absolutely have to, my 10-year old MacBook Pro, the computer on which this whole blog started, is once again my happy place.
Just let me enjoy this quiet, happy, keyboard-clicky moment until I have to reinstall operating system, software, and files tomorrow. For then I'm pretty sure there will be swear words and three-fingers of bourbon breaching the mid-morning hours. There's a reason why someone with a master's degree in Information Systemsdrinks and swears doesn't do this shit 10 years after retirement.
A few weeks back I dropped my iPhone (yes, I still have the 6S, your point?) face down in the parking lot, where else, outside a wine shop. The owner asked why I didn't just buy a new phone. I told him that if I could have the glass replaced, and this one was still doing my tweeting, then why would I spend that kind of money?
He pointed to my 20-year old 4-Runner and said, "I've seen your car. I know you don't like to spend money." Point.
Nodding toward the register that holds the secret to the amount of wine I've purchased over the years in just that store alone I said, "That's money I could spend on other things." Counterpoint.
So this morning when my husband asked me if I'd priced new iMacs, just as a preparation for worse news than a blown hard drive, my pre-caffeinated response was some combination of mumbling, drooling, probably some whining, and the word, "thousands." I could see my fall trip to Australia slipping away in the event I needed to replace my desktop computer, where I do all my audio editing, recording, presentation assembling, and writing in dual monitor bliss.
"Thousands" are what I like to spend on experiences, not things. This as I price airline tickets and vacation spots where I don't bat an eye. But tell me my computer can still operate, maybe scream with double the RAM as before for hundreds and not thousands? You see where I'm going with this.
And hopefully, I'll be going to Australia this fall! I've already booked next year's mid-winter Mexico escape for the low, low price of NOT purchasing a new desktop computer. Or giving in on a that sexy microphone I've been coveting for two years.
Which reminds me: as of this writing I'm in the throes of launching my new podcast which will air next month. The introduction episode will drop this Friday, 12 April. The iTunes approval has arrived, and I have started recording Season 1 ... just as my hard drive decided to crap out on me, but I'm drivin' on. (Sorry, couldn't resist.)
Peace, love, and parts ~
Let's pour one out for my trusty iMac, and raise one up for backups, baybee! So while I'm having my hard drive and RAM upgraded, because I don't believe in forking out for new technology until I absolutely have to, my 10-year old MacBook Pro, the computer on which this whole blog started, is once again my happy place.
Just let me enjoy this quiet, happy, keyboard-clicky moment until I have to reinstall operating system, software, and files tomorrow. For then I'm pretty sure there will be swear words and three-fingers of bourbon breaching the mid-morning hours. There's a reason why someone with a master's degree in Information Systems
A few weeks back I dropped my iPhone (yes, I still have the 6S, your point?) face down in the parking lot, where else, outside a wine shop. The owner asked why I didn't just buy a new phone. I told him that if I could have the glass replaced, and this one was still doing my tweeting, then why would I spend that kind of money?
He pointed to my 20-year old 4-Runner and said, "I've seen your car. I know you don't like to spend money." Point.
Nodding toward the register that holds the secret to the amount of wine I've purchased over the years in just that store alone I said, "That's money I could spend on other things." Counterpoint.
So this morning when my husband asked me if I'd priced new iMacs, just as a preparation for worse news than a blown hard drive, my pre-caffeinated response was some combination of mumbling, drooling, probably some whining, and the word, "thousands." I could see my fall trip to Australia slipping away in the event I needed to replace my desktop computer, where I do all my audio editing, recording, presentation assembling, and writing in dual monitor bliss.
"Thousands" are what I like to spend on experiences, not things. This as I price airline tickets and vacation spots where I don't bat an eye. But tell me my computer can still operate, maybe scream with double the RAM as before for hundreds and not thousands? You see where I'm going with this.
And hopefully, I'll be going to Australia this fall! I've already booked next year's mid-winter Mexico escape for the low, low price of NOT purchasing a new desktop computer. Or giving in on a that sexy microphone I've been coveting for two years.
Which reminds me: as of this writing I'm in the throes of launching my new podcast which will air next month. The introduction episode will drop this Friday, 12 April. The iTunes approval has arrived, and I have started recording Season 1 ... just as my hard drive decided to crap out on me, but I'm drivin' on. (Sorry, couldn't resist.)
Peace, love, and parts ~
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