The MacBook developed one of those great Permanent Vertical Lines on its display this evening. It’s a shimmering kind of emerald green a fifth of the way over from the right.
This means that I will have to spit ‘n’ shine up the laptop and remove the memory I put in it so I can go into the Apple Store and play “don’t ask don’t tell” about the fact that I actually use the thing, because the “geniuses” are instructed to deny service by any means necessary including mockery and insinuations of sabotage. If I have any luck, they’ll agree to fix it instead of declaring that I must have thrown it off the back of a horse because my wrist sweat corroded the unobtainium finish.
I’m tired of broken stuff. Especially when it’s stuff I need to survive, like wheels on my car or the only tool of my trade, and especially when it’s still in its prime and way before any problems are “expected.”