Its a fine Sunday morning. I get up at the bright and early hour of 11:30am (It’s Sunday!) and sprightly get ready for the day which involves the usual brushing of teeth, washing of face, and putting a pot of tea on the stove. Then of course the (not mandatory) yawn followed by a plop on the couch to turn on the most mindless television I can possible find (Usually MTV will not disappoint) as I sit with laptop in lap, a click to connect and respond to e-mails awaiting reply (and perhaps squeeze in just a few surfing moments to peek at Amazon.com before the teapot and Bar review books cry for my attention). But this morning was different from other Sundays for on this particular Sunday morning, as I held laptop in lap and clicked the button… just as the screen turned on it went…. blank. Yes blank, as in blank and black. Confused I turn it on again. Same blank blackness. Now y’all know I’ve had a lot of issues with my computer. I love my computer but at times its vindictive behavior of falling apart just as I need it most makes me wonder why I bother staying in this emotionally exhausting relationship where I sit with tears slowly forming as it freezes/crashes/forgets-to-save for the umpteenth time… but just as I get ready to kick it to the curb with a battle cry NO MORE… the screen will flicker just so and promise that this time it would be better… and just as in any emotionally draining relationship I believe this time will be different. Such has been this tumultuous relationship for the past two years. So this time facing black blankness I rolled my eyes foreseeing the tug of war to come, but not this time- As I sat there this Sunday morning holding it in my arms, squealing teapot beckoning I knew no cajoling and promises to try harder would work. Restore. Reformat. Nothing. This time blank blackness was my only response.
Its mixed feelings really. Sure it froze on me in the middle of exams, deleted my bookmarks because it felt like it, and decided I could no longer burn CDs on it long ago…. never the less, I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t been good to me. Beause it had. For over two years it patiently waited as I typed up notes, surfed the web in class, and though its battery power was not what it once was it always stayed on long enough until I could find an outlet… and to be fair, there’s always two sides to every story and if the computer could talk I’m sure it would have plenty of gripes to share…. but regardless, for better or worse, its gone.
And now there is Toshiba, sitting wrapped and unopened in the corner of the room. Its like bringing in a new puppy after your albeit rabidly insane but sweet and affectionate dog just died. Toshiba seems nice and all, but to be honest, I’m actually scared. I seem to have a knack with computers, in that if I touch it somehow I break it. I dont know what to do. I install the best anti-virus stuff I can find. I do system restores anytime I detect funny business. And you know you teach computers how to treat you too. So for now I’m thinking of what I can do to ensure my computer will be good to me, won’t die on me, won’t shut down right in the middle of exams… Any advice on how you keep your computers running well? Your advice and condolences much appreciated.