Joey Chen of BabeTaxi.com wrote a great article about a Mac PowerBook experience that will leave you shaking and scared.
Her Mac went flying across a room, in pieces, and kept on working. Can you feel the pain? I’d take the rest of the day off.
We’ve all had similar experiences. You start the new day and the Mac doesn’t boot up (well, that happens more with Windows users, I suppose). Or, you install something and nothing works (Windows users are more familiar with this).
In this case, Joey Chen (the Mac babe who goes to the beach with her PowerBook, during work hours), literally sent her Mac flying across a wooden floor.
Here’s a couple of excerpts from Joey’s original article:
“My Mac, my beautiful PowerBook, broke early this week. It’s hurting, it’s damaged. It’s my fault. My one true friend was hurt by my own clumsiness and lies on my dining room table. Naked.”
Having owned a few PowerBooks (an original PB 100 about 13 years ago), I know the feeling.
Macs seem to have a personality, which, like a trusted and faithful pet, often becomes a part of the family. So, when something goes wrong, we seldom blame the Mac (like there’s a need to do that), though we often blame ourselves.
That’s what Joey did.
She speaks frankly of a terrifying event. Mac and “slingshot” should not be used in the same sentence. “Propel” doesn’t make me feel any better when thinking of a Mac falling to the floor.
I’ve never had a desktop Mac fall, though I once dropped a screwdriver onto a live PowerMac motherboard. Zzzzzt. Everything worked after a reboot. Yes, I removed the screwdriver first.
“Yes, it’s my fault. Lying on my dining room table is my beloved PowerBook. Damaged beyond repair (so I thought) because I wasn’t paying attention where I walked. I’m clumsy. I admit it. My PowerBook paid the price. We both suffer.”
I’ve spilled things on a few keyboards. And I had a PowerBook fall to the floor from a coffee table (low to the ground, on to carpet, slowly), but never used the word “slingshot” to describe the experience.
“Pieces of my beloved workaholic electronic friend went flying, surrying across the slick wooden floor with no understanding of friction. The keyboard (that thing is really flimsy, you know?) lay next to the overturned Mac. With a lump in my throat and a rapidly escalating migraine, I turned to see the PowerBook. My first thought was, “Ohmygawd, you idiot! What have you done?”
Joey’s piece is entitled, “My Mac, Naked, Stripped, Exposed, In Pain, Still Working”.
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