c. scott andreas

Sorry for the lack of updates - strange days have found me.

22 hours of traveling our Oregon trail brought Darrell and I safely home, albeit in the late-1990s.

The hard drive in my Powerbook died shortly after I looked up the departure time for our train to the airport. I expect that it wanted to return to Indiana about as much as I did. It’s not that I don’t like Bloomington - in fact, I’m quite fond of it - it’s just that I’m anxiously awaiting my return trip this summer. Imago Dei has offered me an internship which I’ve gladly accepted. (a toast!)

There’s something satisfying about having a week-old full backup handy when losing a hard drive. Defiant of disaster, perhaps (I learned my lesson last time). A two-hour delay at an airport Starbucks gave me the opportunity to copy my vacation photos to a flash drive — the last life boat to depart from my fair aluminum friend. So I’ve lost nothing save a phone number. This is the first time an extended warranty has served me well.

Oddly enough, the desktop PC which I use for work at a nearby software company is out of commission as well. When it rains, it pours. I hope to pick up a new power supply soon.

In the meantime, I’m faced with a dilemma. I have a paper due this afternoon and no PC on which to type it. The library is full of them, but the sidewalks are covered in snow and campus always feels like a desert island. Enter this little trooper.

Last summer, I found him next to a dumpster. Nursed back to health, I’ve been seeking a home for it since. Blazingly fast, this “IBM Personal Computer 300GL” packs a 533mhz Celeron and 128mb of RAM. Thank you, Jessica Jones, for throwing this bad boy out. After cleaning out seven viruses, 670 pieces of malware, and all of your personal files (don’t worry, no peeks), it was downright usable. Consequently, I’ve a new primary PC for the next week or so. If anyone has a legitimate need (or knows someone who does) for a decent desktop workhorse (inc. monitor/keyboard/mouse), let me know…free to a loving home.

Stories soon. Until then, enjoy what spews forth from this wise old box.

hourglassfully yours,

c. scott andreas