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Last night when I got home my computer did not boot up. Or at least I had no way of knowing if it booted up - I mean it made all the whirrs and clicks and booting noises, but the screen - she be blank.
This morning I hied myself to the Apple Store that had morning appointments still available and talked to Daniel. Daniel was a nice young man (and wow, do I feel old describing anyone as "a nice young man"!) who took my sad computer, tried to reset it, and finally worked his magic "in the back" - where he took off the back, removed the battery, and made sure all the cables to the screen were seated properly (it was a loose cable, he said confidently when he returned my baby to me). So at some point, the laptop got enough of a jolt that the wiring inside that connects hard drive to screen came loose.
Thank goodness it wasn't anything more serious! The poor woman next to me dumped water into hers and fried it. Although, the woman after her did some file cleanup someone suggested and now couldn't locate all her files and didn't know what she did. She looked to be in her eighties, though, and that she was having trouble sounds like she had the computer set up the way she liked it and could find everything and some well-meaning moron came along and made her think she was "doing it wrong" and filed everything away where she couldn't actually find it.
Well-meaning morons should keep their opinions to themselves. Some people just like to have shit all over their desk top so they can find it and know where it is. Some people can't stand that. Myself, I do both. Anything that is immediate or even long-term-but-working-on-little-by-little goes on the desktop. Everything else gets filed. But see - every couple of weeks I clean up my desk top. Its MY system, and it works for ME.
Off topic. Anyway. Daniel, of the interesting tattoos, even more interesting piercings, and dude who fixed my laptop. Thank you.
Also. I took a trip to the town clerks office today. I have voted. All those phone calls and mailings and awful political ads can now stop.
This morning I hied myself to the Apple Store that had morning appointments still available and talked to Daniel. Daniel was a nice young man (and wow, do I feel old describing anyone as "a nice young man"!) who took my sad computer, tried to reset it, and finally worked his magic "in the back" - where he took off the back, removed the battery, and made sure all the cables to the screen were seated properly (it was a loose cable, he said confidently when he returned my baby to me). So at some point, the laptop got enough of a jolt that the wiring inside that connects hard drive to screen came loose.
Thank goodness it wasn't anything more serious! The poor woman next to me dumped water into hers and fried it. Although, the woman after her did some file cleanup someone suggested and now couldn't locate all her files and didn't know what she did. She looked to be in her eighties, though, and that she was having trouble sounds like she had the computer set up the way she liked it and could find everything and some well-meaning moron came along and made her think she was "doing it wrong" and filed everything away where she couldn't actually find it.
Well-meaning morons should keep their opinions to themselves. Some people just like to have shit all over their desk top so they can find it and know where it is. Some people can't stand that. Myself, I do both. Anything that is immediate or even long-term-but-working-on-little-by-little goes on the desktop. Everything else gets filed. But see - every couple of weeks I clean up my desk top. Its MY system, and it works for ME.
Off topic. Anyway. Daniel, of the interesting tattoos, even more interesting piercings, and dude who fixed my laptop. Thank you.
Also. I took a trip to the town clerks office today. I have voted. All those phone calls and mailings and awful political ads can now stop.