My poor little iBook is dead. As I was using it on Tuesday night, I noticed it was going slower and slower, until it finally just ground to a halt. I ended up having to do a hard shut down on it. It never came back.
Gizmo Guy sat down with it when he got home last night and discovered the hard drive is fried. When he looked into what it would take to replace it – he shook his head and said there was no way it could easily be done. You have to take the keyboard off, the airport card out, some other magnetic strip out, take out a whole bunch of screws that are all specific lengths for their specific holes, take the back off … well, basically everything is built around the hard drive and must be taken apart. The video he showed me of how to do it had the thing resembling a Swiss watch someone had taken apart.
So … my Mini-Mac is officially dead and not worth reviving. Poor little thing.
As is usual for computers, its timing was impeccable because I really needed it this weekend for a girls’ weekend writing retreat I’m going on. Now I’m going to have to export my WIP from its beloved Scrivener format and go back to using Word on my Sony, then import it back into Scrivener on the Desktop. Ugh.
However, I have to look on the bright side. Things could have been worse. It could have died on Friday afternoon once I’d arrived at our destination hours from home and left me writing on paper. Akkk! The horror!
Or even worse, it could have died Sunday night and fried the thousands of words I’d added for my WIP during our marathong writing sessions this weekend. (Hey, you never know. I plan to be productive.)
Guitar Hero says “Thanks” to everyone who wished him happy birthday. Then asked why no one had given him a present by flashing their … well, fill in your own body part. Yes, he really said that. And yes, it was VERY tongue-in-cheek. But I felt obliged to pass along his comment.