So the local Dutch computer guys fixed my laptop. This did not, contrary to earlier reports, require replacing the hard disk. In fact, I think it only took them about 20 minutes. In fact, I think all they did was run checkdisk or something and that fixed it. I’m glad I got all my precious, precious data back, but I’m still vaguely irritated with IBM tech support for telling me that I needed a new hard disk when I didn’t.
I had all sorts of unforgettable observations this week that I would’ve blogged if I’d had my laptop, but now I can’t remember any of them. Oh wait, here’s one thing I was thinking:
I’m going to be reading some short stories by Guy de Maupassant. I’ve never read him before, don’t know if he’s any good or not, but I can say this with some certainly: he has the most kickass writer name ever. Seriously, Guy de Maupassant, how frickin’ cool is that? I would totally change my name to Guy de Maupassant if he hadn’t preemptively stolen it first. In fact, if I ever find and/or invent a time machine, the first thing I will do is travel back in time to kill Guy de Maupassant, so that I can appropriate his name without anyone being the wiser. Then people would all be like, “Wow, aren’t you that Mr. de Maupassant?” and I’d just be all like, “Please, please. Call me Guy … de Maupassant. That is, please call me ‘Guy de Maupassant.’ The whole thing. It just has this ring to it, don’t you think?” Then I would be famous.
Well, it’s late. More trenchant commentary later.
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