There’s no better welcome home and no better start to the new year than a dead computer

As you may remember, the day before I left for Tennessee in mid-October, my Macbook died (it got better, especially after I gave up running Parallels on it).
I just came home from Tennessee after a trip that included delays, lies about delays, the worst airline information I have ever come across and 1 hour and 45 minutes of standing in line for the Lost Luggage service because Iberia airlines, the worst airline I’ve ever flown with, is part of a partnership that can’t be bothered to assign more than one person to the lost luggage desk. On returning to my apartment, I found most of it OK, but within about an hour of me switching on the PC, it dies suddenly, and it doesn’t take a lot of work to find out that once again, a hard drive has given up the ghost. Of course, all my data are backed up. Of course, all my back-ups are in a suitcase that’s stuck in Madrid and that Iberia may or may not manage to retrieve. Except for the one that is in Aggie’s house in Tennessee.

I really feel like I can’t win. Multiple redundancy gets defeated by multiple points of failure failing at the same time. And you know what? I’ve had enough. I’m not replacing that drive. I’m retiring that box now and will be working exclusively on the resurrected Macbook until either that dies permanently too, or I have saved up enough money for a really good new desktop. No more rear-guard battles and hurried replacements for me. I have better things to do with my money than buy replacement parts that get blown up within the year. I didn’t use that desktop for nearly three months; I can live without it.

I would, however, like to get my life’s work back. Not having that at my fingertips in any form makes me very very nervous and twitchy.