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enthusiastickThis is not a good week for my worldly possessions.
Over the weekend my computer began to act a little... wonky. The symptoms were inconsistent but persistent. Fearing virus trouble I sussed the problem out a little and discovered that, if nothing else, the power supply fan in the computer is broken. This is in addition to the fact that the case fan broke ages ago, and I've just been getting by with a loose auxilliary fan I threw unsecured into the bottom of the tower. So Monday evening I de-cabled it and took it over to Computer Trades Unlimited, my friendly neighborhood geek shop. The nice older nerds there comiserated with me about the generally crappy quality of the fans Dell buys and then told me they'd get around to replacing the fans in a day or two and call me back.
(For those of you wondering, they still have my computer -- I'm making this entry on my parents' frighteningly virus-ridden filth of a computer. Sigh.)
Fast forward to this morning when, after brushing half an inch or so of snow off my car, I headed for work. I made it less than a mile before my car politely informed me that yes, all that light snow that keep falling was in fact very slippery. I spun out and careened headlong over a curb on the wrong side of the street and into a snowbank. (NB: I am fine.) Some embarassing chats with a couple of cops and a AAA tow-truck guy later my car was extricated and, all four tires miraculously intact, it and I limped home. My mechanic was kind enough to agree to have a look at it and told me to drop it off a little over two hours later, which I have done.
Some people would choose to see this as an object lesson that I care entirely too much about my material things. Those people are hippies. Pray with me for my two most valued possessions?
Over the weekend my computer began to act a little... wonky. The symptoms were inconsistent but persistent. Fearing virus trouble I sussed the problem out a little and discovered that, if nothing else, the power supply fan in the computer is broken. This is in addition to the fact that the case fan broke ages ago, and I've just been getting by with a loose auxilliary fan I threw unsecured into the bottom of the tower. So Monday evening I de-cabled it and took it over to Computer Trades Unlimited, my friendly neighborhood geek shop. The nice older nerds there comiserated with me about the generally crappy quality of the fans Dell buys and then told me they'd get around to replacing the fans in a day or two and call me back.
(For those of you wondering, they still have my computer -- I'm making this entry on my parents' frighteningly virus-ridden filth of a computer. Sigh.)
Fast forward to this morning when, after brushing half an inch or so of snow off my car, I headed for work. I made it less than a mile before my car politely informed me that yes, all that light snow that keep falling was in fact very slippery. I spun out and careened headlong over a curb on the wrong side of the street and into a snowbank. (NB: I am fine.) Some embarassing chats with a couple of cops and a AAA tow-truck guy later my car was extricated and, all four tires miraculously intact, it and I limped home. My mechanic was kind enough to agree to have a look at it and told me to drop it off a little over two hours later, which I have done.
Some people would choose to see this as an object lesson that I care entirely too much about my material things. Those people are hippies. Pray with me for my two most valued possessions?
