Isn’t my Macbook ironic?
Maybe it’s hormones or maybe it’s the fact that the sky has been pissing snow on my head for like, I don’t know 6 million days…or maybe the piss-snow has acid in it that’s rotting my brain – whatever the cause – I am really and truly in a state of utter bat-shit right now.
I’ve been butterfingers and impulsive and more than that – the winds of irony are really not amused with my routine.
So, The Dent – remember “the dent” on my Macbook that nearly drove me to run an ice pick up my nose? Well…4 things -
1. Last night I finally summoned the will to photograph the deformity. I took a million lovely pictures and only whimpered a few times.
2. I ordered a pretty and red hard shell case so that nothing like “the dent” would ever happen again.
3. Pretty red case arrived this morning while I was at work.
4. In a moment of utter craziness, I decided that the very minor kernel panic problem I’ve been having had to fixed immediately – so, on my lunch break I popped the Macbook Pro into it’s joke 0f a neoprene case to take it to Macdocs and before I could get it all the way into my bag, it slipped from my butterfingers onto my desk. I thought, it’s only a few inches I mean what could possibly….? GAH! Huge, enormous, gnarly bend on the bottom case near the vents!!!! Painfully, gnarly. With the new hard case, sitting at home!!
Deep breaths.
I called Apple and very, um… politely explained to them that the next time they design a 2000 dollar computer they might want to use materials a little sturdier than my recycled Diet Coke cans.
