Karmic whiplash

This is the day I have been waiting for for weeks—nay! Months!! I have been scouring the 'net for the latest rumors and following every gadget blog I could track down and finally MacWorld2007 has arrived. Today at 9 AM, the grand event began. Alas, since I live in the time zone, my workday directly conflicted with Mr. Jobs' taking of the stage.

I resisted the urge to cancel my classes so I could watch the Keynote address live. I was a responsible adult and a role model for my students (only they may not know it). When 2 PM finally came around, I shut off the lights in the classroom, walked—ha! who am I kidding?—skipped/ran back to my office to commence the Keynote watching and ... found my computer to be ... uh ... not on. Hmmm, I guess the flickering of lights in the classroom when the stormfront came through hit the whole campus. I'll just restart my computer and settle in for the show.

Hmmm, the start-up icon is still spinning. That's odd. I'll just drop in the system dvd and show the system some lovin'.

... time passes ...

Hmmm, the utility can neither repair the hard drive nor install a new system folder. My Mac is toasted, or at least a little crispy around the edges of its hard drive.

Is anyone wallowing in the agony now as I was when I lived through this the first time? I have had this date circled on every calender in the house since my four-and-one-half-years-old 2nd-generation iPod started dying late in the summer and when finally I am going to be introduced to its replacement my Mac is dead!!

I'm home now. Nirvana (my home G5) is running fine (never even lost power, apparently) and my brand-spanking new for-audiobooks-only iFlea is charging even as I type (a blog topic for another day). I'm off to ogle at Steve and whatever he pulls out of his pockets.