The Gulf Islands were lovely, just lovely. And I have photos! Postcards! Tales of hitchhiking, prawn delivery, epic seasickness, and more! None of which you’ll get to see or read for a long, long time, because my computer is dead.
“Dead?” I said to the guy at Future Shop, in the way that one asks questions when coming to terms with that chasm between one’s formerly-held beliefs and reality. “I thought it was just the adapter. When I left for my vacation, it was working ok, but the battery was discharging even though it was plugged in. Mind you, when I came back, it sputtered for a bit and then just shut off.”
“Adapter’s fine,” said the technician. “It’s giving me nineteen and a half volts. And your computer won’t even turn on.”
“The hell? It’s only a few months old. And -”
“We’ve had a lot of power surges on the Island in the last few weeks,” the technician recited. “And brownouts. It’s the brownouts that’ll really fry ‘em. Lotta machines in in the last couple weeks, completely dead.”
“Dead,” I repeated.
“Is it still under warranty?” he asked me.
“Hell yeah,” I replied. “And the most important files on it are music, so that’s okay. But – a brownout will just kill a computer? Laptops only, or does this happen to desktops too?”
“We’ve had a lot of desktops in here, too.”
“Is there any way to predict brownouts, or power surges?”
He shook his head. “Nothing you could have done about it. This is not your fault.”
And from there, something about serial numbers and warranties and they’ll send you a box to ship it in and should have it or a reasonable facsimile thereof back to you in a few weeks. A few weeks. I’m going to cart the bloody thing down to the mom and pop computer shop at the north end of town – I still have this rental car for another day – for a second opinion, but barring that, a few weeks.
I’m at the library now, and I’ll be back, because my EI reports need to be filed electronically. Should pick up a few books, while I’m here. I hear people used to read those before there were computers.