The Curious Case of Computers and a Curse

代言 iMacChagrined, I couldn’t castle because the damn cheating computer cleverly had me in carefully choreographed check. Cheeseballs chasing a checkmate!

In case you haven’t noticed, this is my “C” post in the A-Z Blogging Challenge. And I’m just as subtle as always.

Today’s tale is one of torment and revenge. It even includes a possible effort to update the Bible. And it features the continued suffering and destruction of yours truly. Curious? Intrigued? Then keep reading!

This post is in honor of a Crapple iMac Computer. Yes, I said, “Crapple.” That is the word I have chosen in honor of this auspicious occasion.

If this was Sesame Street the word “Crapple” would probably be constructed something like this:

“Crap.”

“Apple.”

“Crap.”

“Apple.”

“Crrrrrrap … aaaaapple.”

“Crrap … aapple.”

“Crap-pple.”

“Crapple.”

I guess it helps to imagine two silhouetted faces frothily spitting those words back and forth at each other.

Anyway, growing up as a lonely anti-social and awkward geek, computers have always been very important to me. More important than people. (Har! No contest there.) I owned three before graduating high school. So I guess the progression goes computers, cats, poop, then people.

Since then my computer has evolved into my primary work tool and my primary source of recreation. I’d gladly shoot my TV, but I’d (usually) take a bullet for my computer.

Evil Water at the Evil Eyes Lounge, Stonegate, YorkOn the other hand, I remain very much cursed. Sure, negativity has been ingrained in me since the moment of my conception, but it has also been nudged and nurtured by the curse. DNA and environment have conspired to make me what I am.

Sometimes I feel so cursed I speculate that God might be using me as an instrument to help introduce a new book in the Bible. It would, of course, be a sequel to the Book of Job. It would be called, of course, the Book of Tom.

The over-riding and oft-asked question manifestly revealed in the book of Job is, “Why do the righteous suffer?” (Wikipedia.)

Indeed! Great gurus aren’t just born. They are made. If they have the potential and are lucky enough to capitalize on the right set of circumstances.

But let us not digress and commit the sin of making this post too much about me. (Ha!)

In a nutshell, here’s the rest of the story:

My wife’s computer was about nine years old. I purchased it in July 2002. (Yes, I remember the date.) I finally got cable internet to my house, but my existing computer was so old the cable tech couldn’t make it work on broadband. So I ran down to Staples and bought a new Compaq so I’d have high speed internet that night. (Since leaving the big city I had been relegated to dial-up so I was ready.)

That was a long time ago. Since then the computer is barely a paperweight. It takes half an hour to do things like open an email or view a web page.

Meanwhile, my computer was about four years old. Not too bad, but it was having serious problems. It would BSOD (blue screen of death) all the time. It would literally take about 20 minutes after turning it on before it became usable. It was slowly dying.

Additionally, I had paid extra for something called the “super quiet case” with a special cooling system, but that thing was the loudest motherfucking computer I’d ever heard in my entire life. Being in my office was like listening to a jumbo jet taking off. It was slowly driving me mad.

I ended up hating my computer. But it was all I had. To this day, it is still the only computer where I have ever produced my Hyppo and Critter comic strip.

I was screwed. My computer sucked and I couldn’t afford to buy a new one. I tried over and over again starting a computer fund, but to no avail. It’s hard to save what you don’t got.

At work I was using a computer called a Mac Mini. It was awesome. It was about the size of an external hard drive and sat right there on top of my desk. At first, I didn’t even know it was a computer, it was so friggin’ small. And, although a few years old, it ran like butter. And, it was so quiet, you literally couldn’t tell it was turned on even though it was only a couple feet away.

It was love at first byte.

I’d never used a Mac before but I took to it like Tiger to a high-priced whore. But there was no way I’d be able to afford one of my own. Not when having a single dollar bill in my wallet felt like I was carrying a fortune.

Long story short, my sister stepped in and bought me one as a gift. She was buying herself a 27″ iMac with all the upgrades. She threw in a base model 21.5″ iMac for me. Brand freakin’ new.

I never forgot, though, that for everything the universe bestows, there is a price that will be extracted. Why? Basically “because you wish it” works out to be the most plausible explanation.

The computer didn’t arrive as promised. Delay, delay, delay.

When it finally arrived, it had Spanish language keyboard and the manual was in Spanish, too. There was some kind of hella snafu there. No biggie. It was still beautiful and awesome. It was amazing how a computer could be so cool as to transform my whole office.

I called Apple and they sent me the correct keyboard at no charge. I still have the manual in Spanish as my memento of the occasion.

That should have been the glitch, but I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

Spinning Beach Ball Of Death

The primary output of my shiny new iMac

As I began using the computer, I began to realize that something was seriously askew. It was slow and sluggish. Even though it had a beefier processor and double the memory of my computer at work, it ran like shit in comparison.

When a Mac pauses, the icon turns into a spinning wheel of color. It’s much like the “pause” hourglass on a Windows computer. On a Mac it has come to be infamously known as the “beach ball.”

And, just like Windows has the BSOD, the Mac version has come to be known as the BBOD or the “Beach Ball Of Death.”

At work my computers have never – not even once – crashed to the point where I had to hold down the power button for five seconds to reset, even though the computers are left on 24 hours a day for months at a time. At home, this happens two to three times a day.

The beach balls continually hit my computer all the time, and they typically last anywhere from 30 seconds to two minutes. If I’m lucky the beach ball will go away and I can continue to use the computer. If I’m not lucky I have to hold down the power button for five seconds and start completely over.

It’s not supposed to be like this. I’ve lived through several beach balls even while composing this post.

At first I tried to work the problem on my own. I adjusted settings and surfed the net for solutions. I did all the diagnostics I could find. I ran Apple’s built-in hardware tests. Nothing ever found a problem or did anything to help.

As a last resort, I even tried re-installing the operating system to factory condition. This was a major pain in the ass, but I was desperate. I turned on my computer, actually feeling hopeful, only to find my faithful beach ball companion waiting for me.

I was beat. It was time to call Apple.

Could I get a replacement computer? Nope. For that you had to call within 30 days, I was told. Like an idiot I had tried to fix my computer on my own for six weeks before finally giving up and calling them. For that I now had to be punished. Rules are rules, right? Too fucking bad for me that it has only been six weeks and the thing cost $1,199.

It’s still covered by warranty, though. So on Monday morning I’ll be taking the thing to my authorized Apple repair center and we’ll see what they can do. That means I won’t have my computer for a week.

And that is how that shit works. I wish for something. Normally the answer is “no.” But if, perchance, it is “yes” then there will be a price to pay. Why? Because I wished it.

That’s just the way it is. Either this is a new book in the Bible or I’m someone’s science experiment.

You can bet your sweet ass I’ll be back to report how Apple takes care of me. I’m pretty sure I have a few more “eat my ass” posts left just in case. On the other hand, if it goes well, I have a nice friendly post in the works describing the conversion of a lifelong Windows user and his journey to the Mac.

Which will it be? It’s your move, Apple.

This is my “C” post for the April 2011 “A to Z Blogging Challenge.”

10 responses

  1. Can’t wait to see what you come up with for the F word! 🙂

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    1. hahaha, Teri, no way I can top that comment… am also waiting agog with excitement for that post 😀

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      1. I’ll try not to disappoint. 🙂

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    2. I haven’t thought that far ahead yet, but no way am I going the easy route. As always, I will strive to take the road less traveled.

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  2. What.a.drag.

    On the other hand: “She was buying herself a 27″ iMac with all the upgrades. She threw in a base model 21.5″ iMac for me. Brand freakin’ new.”

    I almost fell over. I suppose your sister is independently wealthy or at least has extra good credit and likes to make large purchases. Wow.

    I would *love* to be able to gift my brother nice stuff…so he gets my old shite (which is still better than he’d get otherwise).

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    1. Yeah, it was uncalled for, really. We’re not too happy that the thing is one step above a paperweight, though. It goes into the shop in about two hours. I hope it goes well. If they tell me, “We can’t find anything wrong,” I might just lose it.

      Why is absolutely nothing ever easy?

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  3. Took me awhile to find your comments. Computers are always a love hate relationship.
    Nancy
    N. R. Williams, The Treasures of Carmelidrium.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by and for the comment. This A-Z thing is fun, eh? I like seeing everyone’s differing approaches. Your blog is beautiful. I’ll be watching from now on. (Gee, doesn’t that sound ominous?)

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  4. Good luck! I’ve been wondering about buying and apple computer next time. I’m going to wait until I read about the end of your saga.

    I hope they treat you right!

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    1. Thanks for the luck. Something tells me I’ll need it.

      So far, so bad. They’ve had the thing three days and haven’t bothered to give me an estimate or an update. Of any kind.

      I have my “I Love iMac” post pretty much ready to go if and when they come through and provide me with the awesome computer that I was expecting. It should have been awesome even compared to my wonderful Mac Mini at work.

      I guess time (and a lot of it) will tell.

      Then, either way, at the end, I’ll be here to make the call. Will it be “love at first byte” or “Apple can eat my ass?”

      Stay tuned. 🙂

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