a world of excuses
I. Through June 10th I was in providence mostly working on moving into a new apartment with Tasha. This is pretty sweaty work, and also meant a lot of intermittent access to the internet. Also when you're moving all day, the last thing you want to do is climb into the internet and doodle around with the blogosphere. Also, i didn't even have my computer (it was in Dallas). I only had tasha's and honestly I couldn't be bothered to doink around on a late model iMac. It's like the fat baby huey cousin of my powerbook.
nb. My second night back in providence (this is my second night back from spending three straight months enjoying the transcendental solitude of the Appalachian wilderness) I went to see Tragedy and a couple of Japanese crust bands at AS220 with Darin. Sort of a re-baptism by fire.
II. Phase two involved being in Dallas with the fam for a little while. Between the shopping trips, the dinners, the hanging and the constant watching of Curb Your Enthusiasm I just didn't bother.
III. Tasha and I drove back from Dallas and took the really long route by first heading several hundred miles south of Dallas (to Houston to visit Tasha's friend). In Chattanooga, as we were getting out of the car, my computer fell on the hard concrete parking lot from, oh say, about 40 inches. Fuck, right? Well I turned it on in the hotel room and everything was humming along until I got a Kernel panic message and I had to restart. Lo and behold the thing appeared to be totally broken. I call Brian Merritt and he recommends running FSCK which I dunno what that is but i guess it's supposed to fix your computer when it's totally broken and all you can think about is "shit, how am I going to every be able to watch that dumb cyborg movie we made for James Der Derian again?" Anyway, I follow his instructions but to no avail.
IV. On arriving in Providence the other day Tasha and I immediately have to deal with the non-finishedness of our new Apartment. Also she is leaving for Paris in like two days for the summer so there's all these accounts to square up. Also my computer is still just sitting there, desperately non-functional. So Tasha and I are moving still, and we get in a big scuffle (for us, we're very non-scuffly, except virtually in Starwars: Battlefront) about a chest of drawers but really its about bigger things (are we really ready to live together? why do you never put the toilet paper on the roller?) Anyway we resolved it.
In the mean time I was digging around on the Apple support website and figured out that apple decided that I never registered my Applecare and therefore my computer was going to cost a bunch of money to fix. This is bullshit. I registered on purchase, but Apple likes to forget these things. Technocrat assholes, whatever.
On Friday I ushered Tasha off to Logan airport and returned home to an empty apartment and a broken computer. I set to work employing all of the crafty little tricks i know to get my computer working: resetting the RAM and the PMU and some other stuff. I dunno if this stuff actually helps but it sounds cool that I know how to do it. Anyway upon doing a little investigation I discovered that the whole reason my computer was 'broken' was that the airport card had gotten halfway dislodged from its housing in the fall and was shorting the computer's start-up routine. So guess what? Now it's fixed and now you, my fair reader will be reaping the benefits.