The macbook’s history is a relatively short one. Purchased the day after Black Friday in 2006, it enabled me to go wireless, which ended up really facilitating the courtship of Rob and I after we met in mid-December of the same year. My desktop, also a mac, was inconveniently located in my bedroom. Inconvenient because Dee still slept in my bed and her bedtime was early. I couldn’t be on the computer once she was tucked in for the night.
But now, the macbook is near history. Problems this summer with the blue-tooth led to its being turned off and now it’s developed some sort of corruption that crashes the internet browser every five minutes or so. It roars like a jet plane most of the time due to a fan that rarely stops running.
I guess it is back to PC’s for me. We have a house full of computers – literally – and financially it makes no sense to run over to the Apple Store to replace the macbook.
I will be able to archive files on an external hard drive and transfer them. Which is good. I have way too much writing and three years of photos and music on it. Rob thinks he can wipe it and reprogram it, but there is no guarantee it will fix the issue or that he will have time anytime soon to do this.
“Do you want a new macbook?” he asked. “We could just replace my laptop and use it and the desktop.”
“And the netbook,” I added.
I like macs. User friendly in the extreme as long as nothing ever goes wrong. But when something glitches? Forget it. Steve Jobs has designed them to make it impossible for the ordinary person to identify and fix the issue. There is just no mechanism for diagnostics for the user. The physical make up even is such that a person needs special training and tools just to get into the dangit things.
Much as I would like one of the new desktops. They are too expensive and ultimately they all possess the same fatal flaws that keep user in thrall to the Genius Bar* at the Apple Store.
As long as my writing is saved and re-archived on another machine, it doesn’t matter what the machine is. Computers are computers. Tools to an end.
Alas then poor Macbook, I knew it well, Horatio.
*The Genius Bar is where you take your Apple products to be fixed by in-store techs, who often can do little more than replace or box up your mac to send away to be replaced/repaired. The “genius” part is how no one questions the fact that macs either work great or just intermittently and that by getting a customer in the store periodically, more product can usually be sold to them despite the defective by design nature.
5 thoughts on “The Macbook is (almost) Dead”
I know this is blasphemous but I think Macs are overrated. I’ve dabbled in both and honestly, PCs have never given me a problem. Apple has a better P.R. department.
My dear Daisy is right. All computers are made to fail and be replaced. It’s the law of nature.
Yes, I know but it’s fiscally inconvenient at the moment. WonderHubby has it running nicely again but I need to start backing up again and preparing.
you got four years out of a laptop? that’s impressive… i have an old Acer (paid $500 for it 4 years ago) that is marginally functional, but wounded. replaced it with a $500 toshiba a year ago. i treat them as moderately disposable assets, and plan to replace them at the 3 year point…
I suppose it’s not bad. Coming from a public school background, I am used to having computers that are so old you actually did things like slap them upside the head to get them to work. One of the Dells I had used to greet me every morning with a black screen and green font that read “your computer’s hard drive has been erased”, which I would ignore and press return – voilá – working. It did that for two years and as far as I know the teacher who replaced me, got that same computer.
it’s called “percussive maintenance”. and surprisingly enough? it sometimes works!