Rackafrackafrickafrack, Chapter 3

Well, my old computer is back home from the shop today…unfortunately, with a reinstalled operating system and NONE of my work saved. My novel draft is as good as gone, and if I want it back, I’ll probably have to return to Peterborough to try scavenging the old hard drive again–probably only to be told it’s hopeless, as it was this time. Meanwhile, I have to reinstall all my programs, system configurations, etc., from scratch, which I’m SO not looking forward to. I don’t have that many hours in a day!

I already tried FireWire-ing my other computer to it, to see if I could at least transfer my MSOffice software, Firefox, etc. Nada! Couldn’t even get the hard disks to show up, much less copy anything from the one to the other. What the hell am I doing wrong? The very least two Macs should be able to do is talk to one another, but they won’t!

As I recall, this was also the reason I couldn’t transfer my works-in-progress from the “old” computer to the “new” one before the old hard drive bit the dust. I gave up without trying it again because I hate having to restart. Which shouldn’t be necessary if the damn thing were only working right.

Damn FireWire, syncing, OS “upgrades”, the whole pile of shit–worse than worthless for all they tout it so much. If they could only make stuff that works and goes on working, I wouldn’t care what it looked like. OS upgrades are just extra bugs, as far as I’m concerned.

To make matters worse, I can’t even reset my system preferences on the one I’m using right now, the one that was my stopgap during the Great Crash. I was briefly able to reset them to get the AirPort to work, and now that’s no longer functioning either–and when I try to get into System Preferences, the thing gets stuck just as I’m selecting the network. It refuses to remember it, refuses to let me configure anything–it just fucking HANGS. And when I try to force-quit it, it wants to send an error message that, of course, won’t get through because I CAN’T MAKE THE FUCKING AIRPORT WORK!!!

So now I’m back to plugging in the hated and hateful Ethernet cable. Which I hate to do, as it’s just one more step that shouldn’t be necessary.

To say I’m heartbroken, enraged and plain frustrated doesn’t even begin to cover it. Why me? Why now? Why my computers, which I’ve been taking such good care of? Why won’t they give me some love? WHY????

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4 Responses to Rackafrackafrickafrack, Chapter 3

  1. Polaris says:

    I have lost a few things on my computer and it’s very aggravating, but none of them were really important. It’s difficult to guard against completely.

  2. You ain’t kiddin’, amigo. Glad you could make it here. I’m gonna get this thing sorted out yet, if not right away then one of these days…wish me luck!

  3. Polaris says:

    Thanks for the warm welcome, ‘Bina, and I do wish you good luck in your computer recovery effort.
    When police investigate computers they can often find everything a computer has ever contained, so I think all of your stuff is probably still there. The trick is to do it in a way that’s affordable.

  4. Oh, I’m sure it can be done too…as long as a hard drive is intact and has only been erased. Mine, unfortunately, was going bad–it had a lot of corrupted sectors. It’s a problem with older ones, alas. I still have it, but whether the geeks in Peterborough can salvage any data off it is yet to be determined. They tried and couldn’t, this time.
    Oh well. Guess that first crappy novel draft is now officially dead, and it’s time to get on with the second, and hopefully better, draft. I should remember what Laurence of Arabia said when his first manuscript of Seven Pillars of Wisdom went missing: “Thank God, I have lost it!”

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