I am now kinda sorta online again. Kinda sorta. At least my iMac is now functional again, and OS X is running fine, and the new airport card seems to have me linked to the Net.
Each of these steps was painful, though: (1) getting the computer running at all, (2) getting OS X running, and (3) getting connected to our wireless network. Not to mention all the other picky details, like the agony of trying to get my old Macwireless USB card working. No dice. And there was the wonderful round-and-round experience of trying to get OS 9 loaded along with OS X, so that OS X can run its "Classic Mode" when necessary.
It has been a few days of much pain and suffering. Well, emotional pain and suffering. Okay, it doesn't compare to, say, losing a loved one or going to prison, but it still sucked. These have not been my three happiest days of 2004 thus far.
Currently, much is still in turmoil. Appletalk did many evil things when we backed up my old files, creating a bunch of random files with illegal characters in their names, and so everytime I try to download a folder that has one single file like this, it screws everything up and I have to start all over.
So right now my life consists almost entirely of setting up a download, keeping half an eye on it while it runs, getting an error message, sending Shannon to try to find the offending file on erzo (the UNIX machine where the files are stored), then setting up the download again, keeping half an eye on it, getting an error message, sending Shannon to try to find the offending file, etc. And then when it finally works, moving on to the next folder to lather, rinse, repeat.
My life right now is very very boring.
At least I'm not crying. I was crying a lot a couple days ago, when it looked like all my writing might get irreparably corrupted and/or erased. I was also crying when it was looking (for quite a while there) like my computer was actually dying, of the hard-drive variety fatal illness. And I was crying a little bit when OS X wouldn't work, too.
Okay, yeah, I'm a big wimp. I didn't cry all THAT much, but I did tear up several times. I have a tendency to cry when I'm frustrated or angry -- as a purely physiological response -- which is incredibly embarrassing and humiliating sometimes.
If anybody has been responding to my journal entries or sending me email, I'm sorry I'm so incommunicado. My email still actually isn't working, and I've only logged on to the Net a couple times in the past few days. When I do get an hour away from the computer melodrama, I haven't tended to be interested in sticking around in front of the keyboard. I've been fleeing. Watching television, mostly. Trying to drain the stress out of my body.
Sadly, all the birthday money I had planned to spend on my decadent day of relaxing massage, sauna, hot tub, etc. ... well ... it all got spent in the past few days. Mostly on OS X. Ah well.
At least my computer now has a new airport card, new airport card adaptor, new disk-repair software, and new operating system (which is actually pretty snazzy). Oh, and an upgraded Mozilla, upgraded Pagespinner, and other upgraded software I can't remember. It better fucking be happy now.
I definitely tend toward irrational animism, and so I keep reacting emotionally as if my computer was doing all this on purpose, like it was feeling neglected and just wanted a few days of DEVOTED attention. Well, it certainly got it.
Now if it would only let me download my backed-up files. Like my Eudora. Sigh.
[Edited to Add: shannon_a has written an extended guide to our adventures of the past few days, but he hasn't posted it to his journal yet as I write this. I think he's waiting until EVERYTHING is finally done. Heh. Someday.]