The Dell and my desk from college, circa 2005. Things that are no longer around in that picture: my printer, that pencil sharpener, that lei, that monitor...
Last night, my poor little Dell computer may or may not have (to use technical terms) shit the bed.
I was watching tv and knitting when I decided to check my email. I got up from the couch to go to the computer and the menu bar was missing. Thinking it was formatting, I restarted the computer. When this happened, and then the following 100 times I tried restarting the computer, I got a scary blue screen with scary error messages. I panicked a lot, texted my technically minded friends, and then went to bed rather teary-eyed.
It's not that I am particularly attached to my Dell. I got it my freshman year of college (2002). It's always had viruses. It's killed not one but two CD drives. It's loud. It's slow. It's heavy.
But it's my computer, and my only one, and I really can't afford to drop $500+ on a new tower. Oh, and did I mention it has all my music and pictures on it from 2002? Yeah, that too.
It's also strange to think that this giant, heavy mess of a thing that I've been carrying around with me might be breathing its final breaths. We've lived in four dorms together, my parents' house, Medford, and two places in Salem. It's seen me through my BA, countless break ups, all-nighters, jam sessions, and bill paying. And now it could just be a heap of useless metal.
Brian is taking a look at it on Thursday (because everyone needs a Brian in their life) and I'm hoping the prognosis is good. Or at least "you can keep using it until July or August when you can afford a new one", but I'm not sure.
Think good thoughts for Lil Dell...