In Which Technology tries to kill me

What a roller coaster this has been–this computer drama.

Last nite, I was so upset about losing everything that I just sat in my chair. I watched a basketball game and American Idol and could not even read a book. It was awful. It was so cold outside, I had a houseful of varmints, including a pig sleeping in the bathroom. However, my eyeballs hurt from going to a tanning place.

That is another thing–what the hell has come of tanning places? I know my skin will rot off and I will probably die–blah blah blah blah–still, tan fat is better than white fat. I do not go very often, just before an early vacation where I am likely to burn if I do not have a little color, and similar things. I am a good tanner for a redhead. So keep your warnings to yourself. I could do with a little skin sloughing anyway. Plus, it really does help keep my spirits up during a long ugly winter.

In any event, I used to tan at the shithole gym, but since they moved they got rid of the beds. They were not very good anyway. I had heard good things about another place, so I was going to go there, but over lunch I heard a rumor that said place secretly videotapes people. Oh my Lord! Wouldn’t that be about right, I will finally get myself magically elevated to the Supreme Court and a video of my fat pale nekkid ass will hit the internetz. I do not think so.

I got another rec though, so I checked it out and signed up for a month package. At the old place, you could never go more than 15 minutes, and you had to start at like 5. Remember back in high school when you would go for a half hour practically every day? Even at that, sometimes I would burn in the old gym beds. Apparently, that is not how it is anymore. At this new place, they have like 32 beds of all different kinds, and you start in a 20 minute bed. I went last nite at around 7 pm, and did 20 minutes and no problem. They had so many fans, I did not even sweat, which I hate, as you know. I also bought a tanning lotion or bronzer, whatever the hell it is–it was $46! Thank God it was on sale. I bet the sales lady did a jig when I was done, that was probably all bonus to her, but whatever. It made my skin feel really good, and it smells good, so there. I do not know whether I will go tonight again, or wait til tomorrow–but my skin feels good enough to go tonight, so I probably will. I am rushing to not be glow in the dark white on the Vegas trip, where I will be wearing hoochie clothes.

The rest of the nite sucked, as you know by now. My attempts to fix my computer were fruitless.

I took it in to the shop I called yesterday and as soon as he saw it was a laptop, his eyes glazed over. He did determine that it is not a virus, but that my motherboard is going. He says, just throw it away. WHAT? I do not have a problem with getting a new one, even though this is only about 8 or 9 months old–but my pics! My contracts! All my important stuff–gone. The good news is that he can save my stuff, at $55 an hour and it will take a really long time, so keep ringing up those dollar signs.

Shit. I was about to cry right there in the store, and I might have cussed him some. I am sure I did, knowing me. Then he keyed in on something–that it is less than a year old and thus, still under warranty, and Best Buy will have to fix it for me. And that will save my pics! That means though that I had to get on the horn with the Geek Squad who had me on hold for 37 minutes yesterday then hung up on me. This time was much more successful though, and I got it confirmed that I can bring it in and they will fix it right up, and the warranty will cover it.
Of course, Best Buy is an hour away. And when I last checked there, I was told it took between 2 and 4 weeks to do a repair. But that is better than nothing. I am having dad run it over there for me today. Hallelujah!

And as Barry pointed out last nite, I do have another computer for Petes sake. I can go back to using my desktop. Do you think I can set it up next to my big chair and put the key board on my lap and pretend it is a laptop? Bet I can. What a hillbilly I am. He will just love that mess, I am sure.

So you are not rid of me yet! I will survive this too like I do everything else, but I have to tell you, all these technological advances are kicking my ass.