Mood: Horrible, agonizing anguish

Warning: The following is a very dramatic, computer-obsessed fangirl post.

The last three weeks have been rather traumatic for the computer-based part of my life. The first tremor of apocolyptic computer chaos began early in the month when I tried to turn on my computer and instead of the usual happy booting chimes of greeting, my beloved Macintosh made a sound like a tractor skidding on gravel and the screen blacked out. Color me concerned all of a sudden.

Through a series of hectic tinkering and running around on my dad's part through out the day while I was at work, it was deduced that my hard drive had suffered a "mechanical error" and was, in fact, pooched. And my latest backup hadn't been for a year. A years worth of designing, art, image collecting; and all of my emails, and bookmarks lost. Everything. Gone. Bye bye. My dad delivered the news to me when I arrived home that evening and there was some near-tears and gorging of consoling chocolate cake delivered by Chelle. ;_; (My dad is very possibly more scarred by these events then I am. "Twenty years of Macs and I've never had anything like this ever happen! Why? WHY?! Apple, why have you forsaken us?!")

So we shipped the frazzled hard drive off to Ontario to see what could be recovered, and were eventually told that it was a done deal; too much damage. The little tendril of of flamey hope that I had was snuffed out. Cue the mourning. Live and learn. Start from scratch. Get on with life and a new hard drive.

BUT NOT THE END. OH, HEAVENS NO.
*spasms twitch twitch*

This week my beloved G5 Macintosh itself TURNED ON ME like a rabid pet dog. Nothing worked. Nothing turned on. Nothing booted. (Okay, so maybe not so much a rabid dog, but a very still, lifeless, dead dog.) I pretty much collapsed into a little pile of hysterical-laughing goo on the basement floor, like some insane trauma patient who just can't handle another doctor coming in and telling them they have yet another flesh-eating viral disease.

It turns out my motherboard crapped out on me, which basically means that I either spend $1000+ to get it replaced, or I suck it up and buy a new computer. Ergo, I've said fuck it all and I'm purchasing a new brand new spanky iMac today. To be honest, I'm pretty psyched about it, despite the $1500 hole in my pocket it will burn. (Merry Christmas to ME!) But hey, 20" LCD, remote control, built-in iSight camera. Nice. *Joygasm* So maybe all things really do happen for a reason.

*Fondles her pretty new computer*

(Yes, PCs still suck. My belief in Mac superiority has not been shaken. The only thing that has changed is my backing-up routine, which I shall now do every single day. =_=)

On a happier note, I got to see Happy Feet this past weekend, and THAT was filled with unbelievable joy. They are cute penguins and they DANCE. *SOMUCHJOY* ^^