April 13, 2003

Hey good lookin', whatcha got cookin'?

In addition to my desktop iMac, I also have an iBook. Some of my faithful readers might recall the reason I was forced to purchase my new Macs.

While in the throws of the "cat piss incident" (as it will forever be referred to) a good friend of mine James, also a graphic designer, lent me his older powerbook which saved my ass. With his loaner I was able to complete a very large, time sensitive job. He had all the programs I needed, all the fonts etc. I had to rebuild everything from scratch (ding dong dumb ass here hadn't backed up), but he totally saved my ass.

My piss soaked Powerbook was not worth fixing, so I hemmed and hawed about getting a new G4 Titanium or an iMac and iBook (same cost). Obviously, I settled on the later.

When I finally hooked up the Airport in January, the iBook quickly became my portable reference device. I use it constantly. On any given day you might find in on the coffee table (news reference), the patio table (crossword puzzle cheating), the kitchen counter (iTunes), the bar (cocktail recipes), on the passenger seat (presentations), or on the night stand (late night surfing).

Not today though, and not for the past 12 days.

Two weeks ago James spilled a glass of wine on his brand new G4 Titanium and fried the logic board. So I gladly repaid the favor and lent him my iBook. But now I'm lost. During the last two weeks, I've come to realize now how dependent I am on my wireless world. I find myself sighing heavily at mere idea of having to get off my lazy ass to go look up a word. Worse yet, I live in fear that a repeat of the "cat piss incident" will send me spinning out of control.

So here I am doing the Sunday crossword and I'm stuck. I drag my ass into my office to boot up the iMac. And what do I find? Fucking CAT PISS ... on the flat panel of my iMac. Some motherfucker backed her ass up to my display and did a little shake. No damage. Everything works fine. But I swear to god, I sure wish I had my iBook so I could look up that bookmarked recipe for Fillet de Chat with a nice Bearnaise Sauce.

Mmm. Roast beast!

Posted by MJ at April 13, 2003 08:40 AM
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Glad to hear that we are not the only pet-owners who suffer from guerrilla attacks from their much loved and loathed beasts.

Good luck with that old cleaning up the cat piss thing. :)

Posted by: Andy at April 13, 2003 09:10 AM

I just spent the last three weeks without my Airport Base Station and even though I spend 9 hours/day on the Net at work, being unplugged at home was an inconvenience -- especially when I needed to look something up like directions, a name, or where to find the largest ball of string (Darwin, MN).

Despite the lack of instant gratification, the wife and I spent some renewed quality time together, working on other types of, umm, gratification.

Posted by: Robyn at April 13, 2003 10:53 AM

Was it wireless gratification? Do you two have an open network or would I have restricted access privileges?

Posted by: MJ at April 13, 2003 04:24 PM

Ok, that pretty much makes up my mind: dog. dog dog dog. Unless you leave your computer on the floor, or at heights below 15 inches, I doubt the piss potential is very high. Jeez, that'd make me want to pack up that cat's things in a little pouch on the end of a stick and send him on his way.

Posted by: jeremyw at April 15, 2003 08:39 AM

Jeremy, that just conjured up the best image... Little "Piss 'n boots" hitting the road, going from town to town, ridin' the rails...

Posted by: MJ at April 15, 2003 08:05 PM

My wife won't let me share my software with anyone.

Posted by: Robyn at April 16, 2003 10:04 AM

Geez... is that cat pissed -- I mean mad at you or what?? (wrong choice of words, eh?)

Posted by: Chari at April 16, 2003 11:40 AM