Last week my four year old MacBook finally gave up.
Although it may not have seemed like it, I was absent from these shores for about two weeks. I had some posts scheduled, and even managed to knock out out a quick one at work (not a euphemism), but I fear that this made me appear that whilst I was happy to publish my nonsense, I was not willing to actually interact with any of you.
This particular anxiety displays not only paranoia but also arrogance of the highest level; that I dare to assume that people are constantly checking up to see why I’m not reading their posts but posting my own. Perhaps they’ve worked out a ratio system. Perhaps there’s a graph.
There’s always a graph.
Anyway, whilst that might be a glaring example of mental instability, at heart it’s because I, like everyone else, seek the approval of my peers, and look forward to interacting with you all.1 I had all sorts of lovely emails from blog chums old and new that I was able to read but not respond to, and I’m going to do that right now.
I had a week with no digital designing work, no recreational writing, no internet browsing, and no iTunes. The Mac’s backlight went, so I didn’t lose any of the files, but they’re there, just below the surface, taunting me, like a fish with a bad attitude. I have instead shelled out on a new machine that I can’t realistically afford. It’s approximately eight times as good as the ol’ Macca, and I’ve just noticed upon signing in how vehemently purple my blog is. Sorry about that.
Here are some of the things I filled my unexpected free time offline with:
- Read three books.
- Counted out all my small change in my change jar and paid it in.
- Did a bumload of sketching and storyboarding for both work and the sitcom-that-will-never-happen.
- Cooked properly.
- Sorted out my finances so that I could actually afford a new computer.
- Orchestrated what began as ‘gardening’ but rapidly became ‘ant massacre’.
- Watched the Tintin film – the opening sequence was awesome but if they want my five-star review they need to put Professor Calculus in it.
- Talked to a very pretty girl in a book shop about Hemingway, Kerouac and the guy who wrote The Perks of Being a Wallflower which made me feel clever and attractive and debonaire, before sneaking off because I couldn’t afford any new books and a new Mac, which made me feel ashamed to have wasted her time.
- Exercised properly.
- Watched a lot of tennis and saw my cousin on the telly and in the papers because he was dressed in an enormous Union Jack.
- Discovered that WordPress has an app that I could have been using all along.
1 People may say that they don’t care what people think about us, but if that was true people would be rude, nothing would get done and nobody would put anything up for review (e.g. blogging). Social convention and the disapproval of strangers keep egos in check, and anyone who truly doesn’t care what people think of them is an idiot.