I think they design products to fail just after the warranty period...

2NVD/1 /4:2122 <--- That's the "Error Code" I get when I run the hardware diagnostic for my beloved 12" Powerbook G4. What does that mean? Well, it means that it's beyond my ability to repair or resolve the issue with my computer. And it happened quite suddenly too (about 4 months after my warranty ended)...

However, fortunately (or unfortunately) I realized this only after I had tried to reinstall OS X because I was having major problems just using and booting my computer. I figured "hey, I'm a smart guy (good-looking too). I can figure this out." Well, I was right... I figured it out. However, the problem was not the software, but the hardware (more complaining about this later).

On the upside (you weren't expecting one were you???), I managed to backup all my data on my fancy 500Gb external HD before I undertook the task of reinstalling OS X. Hurrah for me! It's crazy how much stuff one can accumulate over the course of a year. At least that's settled.

Alright, back to complaining.

Truth be told, I have never been a believer in extended warranties. I mean, just on the surface your odds of coming out ahead are low; otherwise, the companies wouldn't be offering it to you for the super-duper, low prices they do. The other thing is that technology ages faster than Britney Spears on a weekend drinking binge. So why bother?

Well, I did bother in this case. I purchased the AppleCare for my Powerbook and now it looks like it may pay off. The only problem is that Apple doesn't have record of me purchasing it. So now I have to convince them that I do. PLUS, the people who can authorize it for me won't be back from holidays until January 2nd (!!!). Talk about making my life difficult...

So as of right now, I have about 10 days (including Christmas and New Year's) to get this sorted out before I'm off to Europe. But, I'm super-duper sure that it'll be easy dealing with Apple here and from overseas with no fixed address as of yet. Let the good times begin...


Teeks

Chinese men with no job who live with their parents don't approach strange women.

So my time in Montreal has come to an end. And what a spectacular end it was.

What am I doing now you ask? Well, I'm living with my parents again. The saying goes "hindsight is 20/20"; I guess that means foresight is anywhere from "desperately needs corrective lenses" to "legally blind"... or at least my foresight is.

In my defence, I would like to say that on the surface it did seem like a decent idea. Spending the holidays with my parents isn't a bad thing. Free room and board is great... or at least it appears to be free.

The cost of living in my parents' home is not the financial cost, but the mental cost. And after only a few hours (four to be precise), it's already pretty damn expensive. The best part is that they're retired too. So they have nothing better to do while I'm here than to ensure every aspect of my life is going smoothly... well, "smoothly" as defined by them... which means that I should be doing exactly as they desire.

So in retaliation for the dictatorship under which I exist, I am planning a rebellion of sorts. I will probably stay up late and eat cookies for breakfast. I am also planning on walking around the house without slippers (mom hates that). Vive la resistance!


Teeks

PS - There isn't any good food in the fridge right now. Damn it.

Selling stuff is hard. Giving stuff away is even harder...

So since I'm leaving Montreal I have to rid myself of anything that doesn't fit in a suitcase or giant Rubbermaid container.

As a result, I decided to sell everything for a reasonable 50% of the price I paid for it. Pretty fair I'd say since everything is just over one-year old.

So in the span of just under a week, I managed to sell ONE item. Now this may be a reflection of my salesperson skills or the fact that it is the holidays and people have left town. I don't think so. Instead, I choose to believe that it's a result of a conspiracy by everyone to stop me from divesting myself of my furniture.

So as an alternative, I thought gifting everything to charity would be a great choice as well. Basically, I'd get a warm, fuzzy feeling inside not from the beer that I'd buy with the proceeds if I sold it, but from the Philanthropy Fairy who'd rub my belly.

But, get this: no one is available to pick up my stuff!

So to whom is it going? To the most opportunistic and bravest person willing to pick up furniture hovering around the trash pile.


Teeks

My name is Teeks. This is my "blog".

Check it out.

Thanks only to me here's my "blog".

Here's the first boring post ever. You'll be more than happy to know that there will indeed be minor improvements (not necessarily to the entertainment value of such posts) to these blog posts in terms of grammar and spelling.

Feel free to comment on my "blog". I will limit the comments like "this blog sucks" or "you suck" to a maximum of three.


Teeks