I think I accidentally got my computer addicted to some bad stuff.
To backtrack, I own two Macs. One is a Macbook Pro that I bought in the beginning of 2008 and one is a Macbook Air that I bought in the beginning of this year. My poor Macbook Pro is this ancient mare of a computer. She still runs great but she’s a bit heavy and she’s not quite as quick on the pickup as my Air. If my Air is Kobe Bryant, my Macbook Pro is Dame Judi Dench.
So tonight I thought I would be doing some multitasking and continue my ongoing obsession with The West Wing (which is going very well, by the way, although I do wonder whatever happened to Mandy? Mandy wherefore art thou?) while doing some work on my other computer. So I dusted off old Chardonnay Lionheart (which is the name of my Macbook Pro because I am terrible) and plugged her in using my Macbook Air (Trixie) cord and pressed the power button.
The light was on! The battery was charging! Everything seemed good to go!
Then I remembered when poor old Chardonnay Lionheart’s cord had become frayed and unusable over the years. I had borrowed one for awhile from this guy I was dating, but when we broke up, the cord was no longer mine to borrow. So I bought one off of eBay. It seemed legit. Looked like a real Apple cord. Volts? Whatever. I had no idea about any of that junk. So I bought it and I plugged it in. And it worked. So what if it looked like something out of the junkyard in Wall-E? It was completely misshapen and the cord was only about a foot long. SO WHAT. I plugged it in and it worked! WHO CARES?
So I plugged the eBay cord into the plug today and Chardonnay booted up like a crack whore who’s taken her first hit of the day.
Trust me when I tell you that this was really heartbreaking.
Now I’m afraid I gave my trusty old Macbook Pro some sort of dangerous addiction. I feel really, really terrible about this. I mean, knowing absolutely nothing about computer cables and cords or whatever, I concede it is possible that perhaps the voltages for the two different computers are just incompatible and that’s why it’s not working. But this narrative in my head is much more tragic and therefore interesting.
This concludes this post about computer cords.
EDIT: I AM PRETTY SURE THAT I SMELL MELTING PLASTIC. Oh, Chardonnay. I am so sorry.
“To put it another way, Marty is a Gryffindor and his dad is a Ravenclaw (and Lorraine is a Hufflepuff and Biff is a Slytherin and Doc is definitely a Ravenclaw – don’t worry, I have a chart of all of these if you’re interested).”—I am writing a piece on Back to the Future II right now. I really do have this chart if you are interested.
“Before I go, please let me just say this: I’m seriously thinking about getting a dog.”—When it comes to various members of the Sheen family being high on drugs, I have found through my first watch-through of The West Wing that I vastly prefer Martin as President Bartlet mixing his back pain meds to anything Charlie could ever do.