Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Death Needs A New Hobby

Today's post was going to cover my trip over the River Styx into Utah and back. About the ten horrific minutes we spent in the freezer antechamber to ID my grandmother's remains. Of making my father happy by breaking bread with his brother at lunch yesterday, when all I really wanted to do was break his teeth. Of the passenger next to me on my flight home who was a cadaver dog handler and trainer.

No dice.

My laptop died about an hour ago. It had been acting weird all day, and my afternoon was therefore spent running anti-virus and malware programs. It found a few things, but even as I quarantined the situation only continued to deteriorate.

Upon reboot, I got the message that my config files were gone. No config files, no Windows. Long story short, my fabulous neighbor has my laptop and is going to see what he can do. A little computer CPR, if you will. The initial messages, besides the config files being gone are that there are no hard drives to recognize. Fuck, fuck and double fuck.

So my dad is still in Utah dealing with his brother and the clusterfuck he created. My husband didn't make it home until 7.30pm tonight, LittleBird had two shots at the doctor this morning and we are fighting to keep my lifeline laptop out of Death's greedy hands.

Please, Thanatos, find a new hobby. Move on. I have neither obulus nor danake to give. Charon is tired of seeing me. My pockets are empty.


A Free Man said...

Get a Mac.


Not Afraid to Use It said...

@AFM: I figured one of the Mac users wouldn't be able to resist. You buyin'? :)

Joe said...

I would LOVE to have a Mac, but only if the $$$ isn't coming from my pockets.

Hard drive crashes are never fun. Hopefully your neighbor can boot the lappy with a Knoppix disc and at least salvage most of your data from the drive; the important stuff.

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

Hades can soooo just go fuck himself and leave you alone for a few days.

Love you, hon!

Gypsy said...

Ugh. Someone needs a hug. {hug}

buddha_girl said...

I'm so proud of you for showing self-control at the lunch. How you made it through without kicking him in the face, I will never know.

Here's to death lfying far and away from your damn house! You were on my mind a lot during the Utah days. *sigh*