welcome home, darling!


So, yesterday was a busy day. I was, of course, up by eight and with a damned low blood sugar to boot (this seems to happen with increasing frequency at weekends. I really need to discuss this with my endocrinologist, because I do not like to but am about ready to take matters into my own hands and start futzing around with my early morning basal rates myself). (And if you don’t understand what any of that means, feel free to ask me, and I’ll be happy to explain at whatever length you’re willing to listen to.)

Since we were both up, Matt and I headed to the grocery store just before nine in the morning. Yes, you read that right. We wanted to make the ten thirty showing of District 9, so we hauled ass through the list. As it turns out, when you’re at the store that early on a Sunday, there’s no checkout stations open other than the self-checkout and the express lane.

So we had to checkout our full cart on our own. Yeah, that kinda sucks.

Anyway. We made the movie with a few minutes to spare. Go us. It was AH-MAY-ZING. I cried. A lot. It was chillingly beautiful, ridiculously realistic, entirely disturbing and so so so fucking good. Seriously, go see it if you’re a fan of GOOD MOVIES. I cannot recommend it enough. My brother turned to me at the end of the film, as I was quietly stifling my sobs and drying my eyes on my sleeves, chuckled and said, “This is your “The Notebook”, isn’t it?” And I couldn’t help but laugh and simply reply, “Yes.” Not in the romance department, but in my instant and immediate love for it.

Again, anyway. After the film, we headed over to Towson to pick up Alice. Finally she was finished.

I really hate going to the Apple store at the weekend. Good god that place is ridiculous. And I do me COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS. COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY. There are always a million people in there, and no matter how many salespeople and concierges and genius bar kids, THERE ARE NEVER ENOUGH. Remind me never to go to that store except on Tuesday nights in the dead of winter ever, EVER AGAIN. Ugh.

But anyway, the nearly four hundred dollars worth of repair work to get Alice back up to working snuff? Yeah, that’s how much money I saved by purchasing the extended warranty. And considering the Apple Care Protection Plan runs something that is LESS than what that repair would’ve cost me to the price of the computer–I can now say wholeheartedly that it was worth its price.

I nearly danced a joyous jig when I plugged my darling back in and turned her on. I downloaded firefox first thing (since I do prefer it to Safari, to be honest), and started giggling over add-ons (yes, I’m a nerd), and then re-imported all of my photos. Thank the sweet baby godtopus I was able to back them up before having this done. I haven’t yet re-imported all of my music, because quite frankly it’s going to take forever. I’ll get to it eventually.

I even got most of the fun applications I like to have redownloaded: the flickr uploader that makes adding pictures to my flickr account when i actually remember to do that so much easier, Tweetdeck, as my ass is hopelessly addicted to Twitter (I couldn’t even explain why, either), and a few others like NeoOffice. I went and looked up all those articles out there about the top apps available for the Mac, just to see if there’s anything new and interesting that might make my life the more fun and easy to use, too.

Now I just have to figure out how to turn one of my external HDs into a time machine so I can automatically back things up in the future (or else start looking into getting a third one–hey, Newegg has fabulous prices) (holy shit i can get a terrabyte for a hundred bucks. that’s more space than the computer itself has!), and then figure out if I should really go ahead and buy Snow Leopard. Anyone already have that and want to let me know if it’s worth the thirty bucks?


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