“Problems cannot be solved at the same level of awareness that created them.” – Albert Einstein

Goodbye my dear laptop.  You survived Katrina.  You survived my son ripping off all of your keys and two resultant keyboard changes.  You survived many field inspections and trips through checked-luggage.

But you simply could not survive being turned off and back on again within a 30 minute timespan. Just at the moment when I desperately needed to print a very long ceremony at 2 am the Friday night before Crown list, one of the four most important SCA events of the year.

I don’t know whether to weep over your dead carcass or smash you against a wall.  There may be a little of both.

(PS – congratulations to Robert, the subject of said ceremony, who was given the Bird this weekend – my first minion to be thrown out of the nest.  Welcome to the Flock.)

May 21st, 2007 at 10:24 am
4 Responses to “R.I.P.”
  1. 1
    Cinnkitty Says:

    Tall Building.
    Long drop.
    Resultant smashing into little bitty chips and diodes.
    You’ll feel better.
    I promise.
    I did the same thing to a sewing machine over a 3rd floor balcony. 🙂

  2. 2

    So, can we now say that Robert has flocked up?


  3. 3

    My condolences I guess. Right now my lap top goes blue screen and dies about twice a day for no good reason. Usually just as I’m about hit send after composing a hilarious, poignant and witty comme

  4. 4
    Steph Says:

    The Board shifted from paper packets (I’m sure you remember those from the days when Colin was on the Board) to laptops, which was really great. Right up until the stupid hard drive died on me. Just after I had assembled all of the background data, reports, etc., that I needed to create a major FAQ. I had made extensive notes, and was now ready to start working on the FAQ.

    It was like doing any major research paper. You pull together all your source material, and then you start writing the paper. But you still end up constantly referring to the source material as you are writing the paper.

    Sunday at 4:30 pm, after a solid weekend plus several evenings the previous week pulling together all that source data, I get the blue screen of death.

    Which meant going back through emails, other directors, various officers, and just recollecting all the source materials, and essentially starting over, before I could write the darned FAQ.

    Head, desk, repeat as needed.

    I’m with you in your suffering, sister.