|My feet hurt
||[Dec. 10th, 2007|05:52 pm]
Got in to SF Saturday, delayed by an hour by the weather, and met up with Paramecium Woman (my friend Xris the Ukranian madwoman), who broke her shoulder a few days ago.|
Had a lovely, lovely visit. Met her cat Checkers. Helped buy pillows. Watched Shaun of the Dead. Was sneaky and sweeped up in the kitchen when she was in the bathroom and could not protest. Spent a lot of time not doing much, napping and/or reading and/or just hanging about, which was really how I wanted to spend a lot of my time since I didn't get much sleep Friday night.
Today? Not so much with the lovely.
My laptop has died. When I last booted it up, it wanted to check the filesystem, found a bunch of corrupted files (one of which was named something ending in "sys.dll") and now it just... never finishes booting.
So this is annoying. Not actually troublesome, because as you can see I can get access to email and the like through public terminals here at the convention center and I don't actually *NEED* my laptop this week, but I really *WANT* it. Like, a lot I want it.
I spent a couple hours hiking (well, okay, taking public transit and hiking) to Best Buy today to find out from Very Unhelpful Clerk that they could run a diagnostic but their waiting list is 5-7 days, but they at least called the other Best Buy for me and their list is only 1 day, but when I went back to the hotel and called them (in an effort not to haul myself about further in futility), Quite Helpful Actually Guy at the other Best Buy said that it did indeed sound like a software problem from my description and while they could determine whether or not that was the case with the diagnostic, they could not actually fix it because (and he kindly checked to see whether or not this was true) Toshiba doesn't do rescue partitions, they do rescue CD-ROMs, which I have one of, surely, somewhere at home, but they do not.
Home. Which is not here.
And hence not helpful.
And then? Having walked nearly all the way back to the convention center from the hotel because the shuttles only run in the morning and in the evening and this was at lunchtime and I needed to get back in time for a session after which I was meeting with Boss and Former Colleague? (At least it was all downhill.) Then?
I realized that I left my badge, which I need to get into the convention, in my shirt pocket.
My *other* shirt pocket, which I had changed out of back at the hotel because it was all sweaty from lugging a heavy backpack full of nonfunctioning laptop and convention schedules around the city.
*AND* I lost my sunglasses somewhere on the trip.
And thus, you are graced with my cranky icon.
Bah, I tell you, bah!
(Not angling for sympathy, btw, just grumping. At least I got a good post out of it...)
Oh, you poor, poor nemesis. I could ship the CD via overnight delivery, if you'd like. You probably wouldn't get it until Wednesday, though.
If it's worth anything, I shall attack my fellow students with extra zeal because of your mistreatment at the hands of the universe coupled with my inability to do anything about it!
Whew! Glad I didn't go tonight!
Hmm... I might actually consider it.
Probably not -- I think I want to try using a bootable Linux CD to copy a few files off it Just In Case before I restore -- but could I have you check and see how much it would cost?
Send me email? Fanks!
I think that Greg looked into it, and it wasn't terribly unreasonable, but I'll ask him.
I have also lost my sunglasses. I think the earth recently passed through a comet cloud that makes eyewear disappear.
"Toshiba doesn't do rescue partitions, they do rescue CD-ROMs, which I have one of, surely, somewhere at home, but they do not.
Home. Which is not here.
And hence not helpful."
I feel your pain! Except that my laptop generally breaks hardware-wise, really. In Denver. Maybe I should keep my Mac OS X CD at my aunt's just in case, though.
(Not that it's happened this trip. *knocks on wood*)
My most recent sunglasses have gone walkabout. I think it's part of a Grand Plan of the UniverseTM to get me to go to the optometrist.