Arrrrgggggh!

*In a distant suburb, an anguished cry rises into the late afternoon air*

My big, fast, wonderful iMac just DIED. It's dead. I have to wrap it in a dusky blue pagmina and take it to the Apple store, where they will gouge me for big repair dollars, or perhaps, try to sell me another ("...so if you pay $500 for this repair, it will be covered by a 3-month warranty, whereas you can get this brand new Mac for just $1200...")

This iMac is less than two years old...JUST weeks outside the warranty period. I've been using Macs since the 80s and I've never had anything like this happen before.

Right now, I'm writing on the iBook that I gave my daughter for 8th grade graduation...you remember my daughter? The junior in college? This thing is nice, but it's a little OLD.

My settings aren't here. My passwords aren't in here. My bookmarks are gone. Talk about dependency on technology! Oh, I feel like Wilma Flintstone.