God. It's gone.
Through a series of events, I have temporarily lost my new PowerBook G4.
I feel so, empty.

It was just another Saturday morning at the crib. Eating grilled cheese sandwiches on the fly to work, as usual. My mother complaining about something going wrong in the apartment. My brother getting cranky because of it, and in one fell swoop, pop comes out to bring order and silence, so he can go to bed. Nothing out the ordinary.
Then she comes in, asking for her CD label before I go. I print the label, under normal circumstances; and apply the label to the CD, under normal circumstances. I put the CD back in the drive to test it out, works fine; no problem. I take it back out...

The label attaches itself to the drive.
I carefully pry it out, but it left me with loud whizzing sounds when you insert future discs. There definitely is something wrong with a drive that eats up my stuff, and has a problem spitting it out. That's why I never liked slot-loading drives. I always preferred the tray drives most commonly found on PC laptops. The iMac I currently am using is a slot loader, and you've guessed it, that drive doesn't work properly either. I took it [my PowerBook] with me to work, in the hopes that the sounds would go away. They didn't, they just got louder as I played my DVD's. In fear, I pulled A Better Tomorrow out the slot, and spent the rest of my time watching music videos, courtesy of da Kliq. The fear of losing my baby overcame me somehow, and in the end, my register was shorted. Funny, because the teller right next to me was over some cash; you would think that might have had something to do with it. But since I didn't give a shit at that point, I fled the scene to the Apple Store in SoHo. Turns out that the drive is indeed faulty, and needs to be replaced. I all but wept inside the store. I went back home with the sad news, backed up all my stuff, and earlier today, submitted my baby to be, gulp, fixed.

This should not have happened to me.
I always taken pride in the fact I never had to get a computer serviced. Granted, my iPods have been serviced, and granted, my iMac could use some servicing, but that's after the fact I coughed up $400 for an extended warranty I didn't even need. And when it would have came handy, now the summamabitch screws up. Other than that, I've had four computers over my lifespan, and God, wicked sense of humor by the way, waits until I have my very own, brand spanking new laptop to decide to make me pay. You can't say I've taken it for granted. Not only have I only had for a little shy of two months, but it's been polished every week, kept inside Samsonite case, and is always kept in room temperature. Overzealous in my caring, yes. But in no way would I take my DVD-playing, Accounting software-loaded, music video housing, gateway from life for granted; I just never had the time!!
But alas, they say it'll take three-ten business days for it back. Liars, that's two to three weeks!!
Funny, I heard myself say the same thing to a customer that very Saturday regarding a ATM card replacement. Once I saw my error, I backtracked, and kept it real; 1-2 weeks, depending on USPS's scheduling. Now this jabroni says the same thing to me, and it hurts; knowing fully well I'm gonna expect my unit by Friday!

It's been seven hours, and already I miss it.
Damn.


The Forever, For Always, For Luther Concert; aka, The Concert For Love
It's this Wednesday at The Garden. And to help me take my mind off of things, I decided to go. So far, I'll be on my own, since I really dunno that many people who like smooth jazz; not to mention the fact that The Best Of Both Worlds II is coming on Friday. But the event promises to be cool nonetheless.

Never Too Much
Paul Jackson, Jr.
Forever, For Always, For Luther

I just bought the CD to it; though I haven't heard all of it, I like this song the most so far. I'll have a rating next time.

Infernal Affairs
It's hard to believe that such a great movie had to wait years for a US release. I can't believe I missed out on such an awesome flick when it first came out. Moreso, I can't believe that it's a friggin trilogy!
Andy Lau and Tony Leung were perfect together as two fakes both in the cops and robbers industry. From start to finish, it all was properly laced. It's a shame that after trying to finally start clean, Lau still has to skeletons to clean out in his closet.
Plot and storyling are pretty much straightforward, and indeed has some holes. But what really intrigued me is the relationship and the chase between the two moles. Their love of music and attaining the right equipment to attain the right level of music brought out the best in Lau & Leung's acting. I would've preferred it if the climax of the flick had them realizing they were looking for each other, instead of Inspector Wong getting killed. But it was better the way they did it, because I finally remembered that there was more than two moles in the movie. You may be lost right about now, but hey, that's even more good reason to see the movie.
Rating: 10/10

Hindsight-The sequel to this movie actually tells how all this came about in the first place. And the third and final chapter is somewhat strecthed out. But like A Better Tomorrow, the first flick is, as usual, your best bet.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some moping to do.
Not mopping, moping.
Later...