[fic + personal] omg woe

[glossing]

My trusty seven-year-old computer gave up the ghost on Monday afternoon.

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[inlovewithnight]

Oh noooooooooooooo. ::sends hugs:: Computers, they giveth and they TAKETH AWAY.

[glossing]

They do, it's true. I've had much better luck with the damned things than anyone I know -- I mean, my little laptop is 11 years old, and the dead one *just* turned seven (and, uh, went through like four monitors), so.

ANYWAY. I MISS YOU LIKE A TORSO.

[inlovewithnight]

Fingers are crossed that you're able to work something out soon and the good luck kicks back in for a long, stable computer-life.

I miss you too! ::waves in your direction::

[glossing]

We're looking at super-stripped down systems, sans OS, which we can probably swing after rent is paid. PRAY FOR ME.

*looooooooooooooves*

[executrix]

Wow! 27 years! That's, like, 200 in Internet years.

Mossberg's column today says that external floppy-to-USB drives cost about $20, so I betcha G's laptop has a USB port, you can transfer all your backup disks tout de suite.

[glossing]

Grace was a very good machine to me; she handled a thesis and half a dissertation and all four and a half years of fannish stuff. *salutes*

OOOH, I shall remind G of the floppy-->USB option. That would be awesome, thank you!

[glossing]

*bonds with you* It should feel completely absurd how dependent I am on computers, but instead I just feel sad. I hope your laptop recovers or gets speedily replaced.

[china_shop]

Aw, nooo! *sympathy*

[glossing]

I SHALL SURVIVE SOMEHOW! *hopes*

[a2zmom]

RIP, PC

[glossing]

*salutes*