Sudden Powerbook Death Syndrome

After what can only be described as The Most Turbulent Austin-St. Louis Flight Ever, I have returned to the City by the Bog, shaken but not stirred. Unfortunately, I had scarcely tubbed, scrubbed and supped before I was faced with the terrible reality of Sudden PowerBook Death Syndrome.

Yes, the very same laptop which has accompanied me on numerous jaunts around this great land of ours and survived far more strenuous challenges than a bumpy TWA ride appeared to have kicked up its heels and gone to portable heaven. No biggie, thought I. No appreciable data was lost, except Every Single Damn Digital Image I Captured in Austin (including the much anticipated photos of bloggers in compromising — or at least improbable — positions) and 36 Shiner-Induced Pages of Work on My Novel, a project heretofore fallow yea these past two years.

Must. Control. Fist. Of. Rage.

And then, when things looked darkest, a ray of hope in the form of my buddy Will. A heroic measure that would rescue the many 1s and 0s held captive by my vegetative notebook, a solution that involved a torx screwdriver, a Bloody Mary and allowed — nay, required — me to say the word "dongle" many, many times. Dongle. Dongle. Dongle. Tee hee.

OK, maybe there was more than one Bloody Mary involved. It's been a hard day at work besides. Stay tuned, faithful readers: SXSWrapup, coming soon, and the return of silky smooth linkage.

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