Ami and Michael's Wedding: A Selection

FUCK YOU, APPLE

The power supply for the Powerbook blows chunks. They fall apart in the same way each time.

For the second time I've had one die in flames, literally. This one was sparking and spewing clouds of smoke when I yanked the plug out of the wall.

They won't replace them because they redefined their crappy design as customer damage.

Typically they've brought out a different power adapter for their newer machines but they refuse to acknowledge the problem with the older ones. The worst part is the patronizing way they blame the customer as though we were all swinging our computers around our heads like bullroarers.

$80 for a new one.

Mancha!

I went up to Lake Elsinore and hung out with Bob for a few hours today. Took a lot of pictures, had good conversation. He's not going to be around a lot longer, it seems. If anyone wants to get hold of him I have his number.

I'll go through the whole story later when I'm less blown out. It was 103 F up there. For now, here's a picture of Stain, the Australian Blue Heeler cattle dog: