davidology: (koolaid)


is pleased to announce

the birth of a bouncing baby MacBook Pro,

on February 20, 2009, at 9:33,

in Santa Monica, California,

weighing in at 5 pounds, 5 ounces, 2.4GHz

Okay, I totally lag.

I have to say with my MacBook, I never fully understood the koolaid drinkers. Clearly, I needed to start with a MacBook Pro. This puppy is much better built, sooo much more responsive, usable screen (resolution-wise), and just an all-around nice package. It's a little on the heavy side, but me likie.

Her network name is "Galactica".

- - -

Meanwhile, my old black MacBook had very suddenly developed the bulging battery problem (I believe it expanded when I removed the battery). A few weeks before that, a tiny sliver piece of plastic on the MacBook case suddenly fell off!

Well, I made an appointment at the Apple Store to get my battery replacement. From what I was reading, Apple's response to the case plague depended was mixed.

I don't buy extended warranties, so I don't have AppleCare. Because of the pseudo-recall, the tech exchanged my old battery (which still was at 100% anyway) with a new one; and told me there was a replacement policy for the top (free). He sent it in the back for a "new top". I was surprised when it came back to see it had a new keyboard and trackpad too (it's all one piece)!

Yay for defects, I guess! Because of them, for $0, I have a like-new BlackBook to sell! (Well, once I'm sure I have all my data off.)

davidology: (Default)
You should've been recording the new Family Guy yesterday, but the cable box defied your instructions (yet again) and failed to change the channel.

That was bad.

What was worse was what you recorded: something on Country Music Television?!!11 That means, of course, that you were recording something on that station before trying to get Family Guy.

Now, I know I must take part of the blame. After repeating Guided Setup, it's my responsibility to delete all sports, foreign language, and country music stations from your listings. I somehow missed one. But how?! How could you not know me after all these years?

Painfully I pulled up your love notes to me, "TiVo's Suggestions," hoping to see there was some huge error. Maybe you thought that channel was something else? I wanted to believe, but it was too much to hope for. Tears welled up in my eyes as I hysterically hit the red DO NOT WANT button. I must've pressed it 10 times as you complained "BONG! BONG! BONG!" as though I were hurting you. I wanted to hurt you. How could you do this to me?!

After all of these years, I thought you knew me! I thought we had something special!

I'm scared to pull up your suggestions now—afraid I'll find you've been watching college baseball. Or worse: Country music festival college baseball hosted by Dr. Phil in Mandarin.

I don't know. I just... I just need to be alone for a little while. It's like there's a stranger in my bedroom now. It's best we not speak for a while.



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