Damn It, Spock!



Photo © 1966 CBS Studios.

I'm sorry to report that the blog will be in limbo for a couple of weeks or so. My laptop went to sleep this morning and never quite woke up — a problem that it's had before but not as permanently as it seems to now and not, I don't think, since the faulty battery was replaced last year. The Apple Store tech said that the logic board is dead.

Since I'll be at the mercy of the library and loved ones for any computer time, there will be little to no activity here. I write the majority of my blogposts offline, pasting them into Blogger for final edits and publication when complete, which means that even if (and it's a big if) I'm able to get substantial time on a keyboard that I can tolerate with stable Internet access when my focus allows me to actually be productive, everything on my laptop's hard drive is out of reach unless I want to try loading my backups onto a computer that's not mine; the safest and most likely option for that, which I'm using right now — Thanks and Happy Mother's Day, Mom! — has a small enough keyboard that my hands are cramping and mistakes are plentiful. 

I'm going to try to finish and publish the Thor review that's online in rough draft before the window of anyone caring expires — but in case I don't, I'll share now that I found it a surprisingly satisfying hunk of entertainment requiring little or no emotional connection to its comic-book origins. And unless I can get a loaner laptop from a friend, there will be no timely insights on that wild Fringe finale; very little chance of finally getting my "Vampire Slayer Diaries" series up to date before Nikki Stafford's Great Buffy Rewatch enters Season 4  at the end of the month, at which point I'd hoped to begin concurrent posting on Angel Season 1; barely any time for me to get my long-unattended litany of Lost essays in shape by the first anniversary of the series' conclusion; and that much more of a logjam when blogging resumes. The only consolation in all of this is more time for catching up on television, spring cleaning, and reading without the distraction of trying to immediately share any commentary thereupon.

1 comment:

El Qué said...

I'd be happy to try to wake up your laptop, Blammer.