It turns out the Macbook that came back to us was not the same Macbook that left us. It looked the same and had the same serial number. And yet, we were informed by the person at the Genius Bar of the Kenwood Apple Store, it was corrupted. (This may or may not have been the result of the former “owner” hiding it in the trash can when informed the police were coming to her house with a warrant.) Two hours later, it was no longer corrupted, but it was also no longer the same computer. It was a blank slate. It had been brainwashed.
So tonight we begin the mammoth task of updating our iTunes library (thank you, back-up!), as well as restoring all the charming quirks, widgets and bookmarks that said, in small, inimitable ways, “This computer is ours, and if you stole it then shame on you but please for the love of all things holy don’t put it in the trash can again.”
In the meantime, while this very old but trusty Dell PC has served us well for the past six months, we’re going to pull an Office Space on it.
What do you mean, ‘What’s the bat for?’ We always bring baseball bats to a picnic. Chill, PC.
Psych! The bat is divine retribution for all those Internet Explorer error messages! Every! Last! One!
AND THIS IS FOR NOT STANDING UP TO THAT SMUG MAC KID!
That was cleansing.