Drives

I had to bring my primary laptop to Apple today for yet another hard drive. I have a fairly recent time machine backup, a secondary laptop, and extended apple care warranty, so it's not really a catastrophe. If anything, it's the loss of time that I hate most: Apple needs about a week to get the part in, and I wasted most of the day trying to restore the OS until the drive finally quit completely.

Perhaps the worst part of the ordeal was that I had to go The Grove. Some people call it an outdoor destination mall, I call it hell. It's the kind of place where kids named Apple or Kingston roam freely and where women who are only pretty enough to be leg models like to linger. I had to brave the weekend throng of surgically altered bimbos and D-list celebrities hoping to be photographed. At the Apple Store, the lead from Drop Dead Diva (I have no idea what her name is and still can't bother to look it up--maybe she's an E-lister?) was getting her iphone replaced because she had "dropped it in a big vat of Italian dressing." Um, really? Tell catering to use the little individual packets next time, and put your phone in your pocket before you hit the buffet.

I'm not looking forward to going back to The Grove once the repair is finished. I'm doing my atheist equivalent of praying that solid-state drives come down in price and become standard.