A circumstance such as a nightmare within a nightmare seems like it should have some measure of Nightmare Physics, kind of like noise-canceling headphones or so. The general circumstance is a looney who walks around in circles compounded by the new used iMac sitting in total silence on the floor. In my thinking, a good enough physicist should be able to reverse that so the looney sits in silence and the iMac walks in circles.
An iMac that walks in circles can be cured. All computers are saved by hitting them. This doesn't work worth a damn with people but it works every single time with computers. If you keep smacking that bitch, you will dominate and that's based on well over thirty years of professional experience.
Tip for those in Kentucky: no, this does not mean hit it with a hammer. That's different.
You try it, try it, try it in a systematic manner to eliminate any potential source of insult to your glorious machine. But sometimes the patient still dies. I'm inclined to take it to the Apple Store but I haven't seen a whole hell of a lot of competence from Apple over this so pessimism is high. The alternative thinking is to wait for 10.10.4 but that is so much productive time going down the toilet.
But ... what if I take the looney to the Apple Store but keep the computer here. Perhaps that's the physics of it and the computer will suddenly start working again.
Plus, for icing, I'm told I'm a patronizing fuck because I don't give love to Republicans. Um ... what? Is there anything anywhere on this site that gives you the feeling I will ever get lovey with the GOP.
Note: if you do find it, please do let me know ... so I can get rid of it.
GOP, blah, blah ... I'm talking about a serious nightmare and not the same old turtle politics. A busted computer is a big deal. My life is not on that computer as my life is when I pick up the Galaxy Guitar and play it, most of all when I play it for Cat ... but ... there are terabytes of what became of my life, as wistfully creative as they try to be, and that's a stab in the heart.
I'll take a bow over being fairly restrained about it as this, for someone who lives almost entirely in a virtual world and always has, it's the same as the house burning down. When a house burns down, calm, methodical steps will build another one. Easy peasy. Yah, right.
In fact, this is why I did so well with mainframes ... I wasn't afraid of them. I always had total confidence that whatever went wrong, I could fix it or pull in the right people to get it fixed. That served well except mainframes bore the hell out of me.
Coolness does still prevail although, by all rights, I should be running naked in the street screaming, "The Peruvian guinea pigs are coming to attack me because people in Peru eat them and they want their revenge."
It's not fair as I've never even been to Peru (yet) so why should guinea pigs attack me. The Cadillac Man has been there, tho. He has made the pilgrimage to Machu Picchu so he's going to Heaven for sure. I hope he's aware Saint Peter will ask him if he ate any guinea pigs. Cadillac Man and I don't talk often but we do talk long and he has not mentioned eating guinea pigs. I am afraid to ask.
An iMac that walks in circles can be cured. All computers are saved by hitting them. This doesn't work worth a damn with people but it works every single time with computers. If you keep smacking that bitch, you will dominate and that's based on well over thirty years of professional experience.
Tip for those in Kentucky: no, this does not mean hit it with a hammer. That's different.
You try it, try it, try it in a systematic manner to eliminate any potential source of insult to your glorious machine. But sometimes the patient still dies. I'm inclined to take it to the Apple Store but I haven't seen a whole hell of a lot of competence from Apple over this so pessimism is high. The alternative thinking is to wait for 10.10.4 but that is so much productive time going down the toilet.
But ... what if I take the looney to the Apple Store but keep the computer here. Perhaps that's the physics of it and the computer will suddenly start working again.
Plus, for icing, I'm told I'm a patronizing fuck because I don't give love to Republicans. Um ... what? Is there anything anywhere on this site that gives you the feeling I will ever get lovey with the GOP.
Note: if you do find it, please do let me know ... so I can get rid of it.
GOP, blah, blah ... I'm talking about a serious nightmare and not the same old turtle politics. A busted computer is a big deal. My life is not on that computer as my life is when I pick up the Galaxy Guitar and play it, most of all when I play it for Cat ... but ... there are terabytes of what became of my life, as wistfully creative as they try to be, and that's a stab in the heart.
I'll take a bow over being fairly restrained about it as this, for someone who lives almost entirely in a virtual world and always has, it's the same as the house burning down. When a house burns down, calm, methodical steps will build another one. Easy peasy. Yah, right.
In fact, this is why I did so well with mainframes ... I wasn't afraid of them. I always had total confidence that whatever went wrong, I could fix it or pull in the right people to get it fixed. That served well except mainframes bore the hell out of me.
Coolness does still prevail although, by all rights, I should be running naked in the street screaming, "The Peruvian guinea pigs are coming to attack me because people in Peru eat them and they want their revenge."
It's not fair as I've never even been to Peru (yet) so why should guinea pigs attack me. The Cadillac Man has been there, tho. He has made the pilgrimage to Machu Picchu so he's going to Heaven for sure. I hope he's aware Saint Peter will ask him if he ate any guinea pigs. Cadillac Man and I don't talk often but we do talk long and he has not mentioned eating guinea pigs. I am afraid to ask.
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