Return of the Mac

[webofevil]

... And I’m back in the room. For nearly a week it looked as if my computer was dead and I was going to have to pay through the arse to resurrect what was left of its memory. However, psychonomy visited and performed his dark magic (students of the occult should note that the rituals seem to consist mainly of swearing), the result of which is that, as far as I can make out, my machine is out of its coma and its memory is unaffected. Apparently, I need do no more than (a) buy an external hard drive to properly back stuff up and (b) owe psychonomy approximately a vat of cider. This is all good.

I’ve wanted to mention a fair few things over the past week but for now I’ll merely mention this touching and inspiring story of a man who appears to have chased his dream and finally got what he had always desired:

Man who repeatedly jumped out at emergency vehicles killed by emergency vehicle

Comments

Re: Computer issue

[bobgodjunior.livejournal.com]

My ex-housemate played a large part in helping me bugger up my computer, back when we were living together as students. We managed to trash the TOC. Is that what you did?

Re: Computer issue

[psychonomy.livejournal.com]

Pretty much, to the extent that the machine wouldn't boot or, initially, allow the TOC (or directory, as we call it in Mac world) to be repaired. But swearing, a firewire cable, rebuilding the directory through more swearing and (irritatingly, because a number of system files had gone completely fscking AWOL) a system reinstall seemed to do the trick. After some swearing.