Me: “So I was working on updating my girlfriend’s mac laptop…”
Adam: “I’m sorry.”
Seriously, though, I accquired a copy of Mac OS X Tiger for Megan, so that she could play World of Warcraft with me (I am the luckiest guy ever) and her computer got to a point where when you turned it on, it did nothing but show you a white screen. I had no idea why it was doing this, but I had a hunch that the OS was corrupted and when the BIOS couldn’t find anything to boot to it just sat there. That’s exactly what it was; she was able to get the thing to boot to the install DVD, and from there I was able to find out that there’s a legacy version of OS 9 installed to run old mac apps. She told me that when her friend had the same thing (the computer would only boot to a white screen) the apple guys replaced her laptop, which had files she needed for school. That’s terrible.
We then began the process of attempting to get her data off of the laptop and onto her desktop PC. I was able to get the Mac’s web server running (I was suprised that this was built in to OS 9) but there was no convient way to move a ton of files at the same time. I tried getting the mac to start its file-sharing protocol, but it would just sit there saying it was ’starting.’ I then tried getting the mac to connect to her desktop via the samba server but that wasn’t going through either. I borrowed Jeremy’s USB Hard Drive (Thanks!) but OS 9 doesn’t support USB devices, and the OS X DVD wasn’t having any of it either (Bummer!). We then began the process of taking all the stuff she wanted to save and partitioning it into 650 MB folders. 14 of them. Then we started trying to burn the data onto CD-RW’s, which took about 20 minutes per CD. I’m going to bring some CD-R’s over there tonight; hopefully those will burn a little faster.
I haven’t updated this blog in a while for many reasons, one of which is that I’ve started playing World of Warcraft again. I play a foul, black-hearted gnome warlock named Daemal. Warlocks are mages who delved too deeply into the arcane magics, and learned to summon demons in their quest for power. They are hateful beings with a contempt for life and goodness. They cast painfull spells to damage their opponents, and when a warlock’s victim is near death, he casts a spell to drain the victim’s soul. Warlocks store these souls in glowing gems which are used to cast spells and summon demons. Here I am in action:
I’m the little chap with a mining pick in the corner. I’m busy mining for silver bars, while my demonic slave Jhomtaz is fighting the trogg whom I just cursed and set on fire. Using a demonic slave summoned with a stolen soul to torture a primitive being while robbing the earth (or Azeroth, really) of precious minerals – you just can’t get much worse.
I really enjoy playing Daemal. Markp the mage, my first character, was fun, but really frustrating at times. Daemal can do more damage than Markp could, has much greater survivability, doesn’t spend thirty seconds drinking water to recover mana after each fight, and is generally just much cooler. For example, instead of being able to turn an unwanted opponent into a sheep like Markp could, Daemal can curse his opponent, set him on fire, and then send him screaming in terror. It’s entertaning to do this to some in-game monster, but there’s nothing quite as fun as incinerating the foolish shaman who dares to cross your path. Enjoy the graveyard run, pal! Kek indeed!