iGenius

A few months ago I took My Precious to the Apple Store to get a tune-up. The dude who served me at the Genius Bar looked just like that guy from How I Met Your Mother and a hundred silly man-boy films. Jason…something? Anyway, he was awesome, and the Genius Bar was really like a bar. I sat there for about an hour while he showed me how to find out which things are taking up the most room on my hard drive, how to transfer my iTunes and iPhoto libraries to an external hard drive without losing my mind, and various other tricks I needed to know. I was really impressed, and my computer was too. It started running better right away. That’s why I returned to the Genius Bar seeking absolution for my wireless keyboard. Or at least Last Rites. This new guy was also nice (they pick adorable young men to staff the Genius Bar on purpose, don’t they?) but he took just a few seconds with the keyboard and said basically, “Yeah, you’re screwed.” But not in the those words. He invited me to buy a new one right there in the store, which would be convenient, but I was pissed. I’d rather buy a piece of shit thing on eBay for $15 if an $69 Apple product is going to fail me within two years. Meanwhile, now I’m stuck using the laptop’s keyboard until I buy a new one, which means I have to look down at the open laptop screen versus straight ahead at my external monitor, which puts a crick in my neck, which makes me cranky. As if I’m not already.

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