Originally Posted October 9, 2007
(I'm moving my old posts, so the dates are off -- this is the last of the old ones.)
My name is Dex, and I kill Macs.
I'm not to blame, really. It's the Mac's fault. Sitting there, all beautiful with its gorgeous interface. Sleekly designed monitor. Powerful tower with lots of ways to vent its excess heat. And the out-of-box experience -- so effing cool. So, how could anyone blame me for knocking something so perfect down a notch or two? Really, it's asking for it.
In truth, I used to kill Macs just by walking in a room with one. My old roommate Alek can attest to the time his Mac shut down when I was just standing in the doorway of his room. (OK, that may have has something to do with the ill-advised use of a power outlet that was connected to the light switch that was near the door, but still, I just stepped into the room and POOF! down went the Mac with Alek's research paper on it....)
Then there was the Mac I used to edit in Arizona. Crashed on average of once every 17 minutes. The repair guy came out and scientifically dropped the external hard drive from precisely six-and-one-quarter inches above the floor. It worked. For a while.
Then there was the brand new Mac at my new job in San Francisco nearly seven years ago. "Is it working?" I asked. "Perfectly," I was assured. Within 45 minutes I had that machine locked up and begging for mercy.
But when Paul introduced Macs into my life again a couple years ago, I decided to give them a go. And they work. They're gorgeous machines with fabulous interfaces. They just work. Except when they don't. The lovely photo above is what the Mac we affectionately call the TARDIS spewed across its screen while I was doing something not even very complicated. It's the second time it's done something like this since we got it back from repair for doing exactly the same thing a year ago.
So, this is my plea for help. Someone, help me, please, before I kill again.
Oh, and this blog was --
Created on a Mac
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