Oh woe is me! I’m listening to sad songs on my iPod and grieving over a (mortally?) wounded iBook. The iPod knows how it feels, itself resurrected recently by Apple Support. (Actually the first iPod was buried and replaced by a new one, but don’t tell the kids).
I swear that although I’m a heavy user I’m also a careful user. I have a heavily padded, top-of-the-range-nothings-too-good-for-my-kit Crumpler bike bag for transporting it all in. Am I unlucky?
I know that in this case the fault is likely to be with the logic board – a huge batch of iBooks were built with a dodgy component. The Apple phone support fella (who was superbly helpful and sympathetic) agreed that the symptoms matched this diagnosis. Apple Support will soon find out when it reaches them in its little cardboard coffin via UPS.
This will test my backups. I did a weekly backup to an external disk last week I think, and my current work is always backed up to my iPod, so I didn’t lose this morning’s stuff. I can still access iBook’s hard drive on another Mac if I start it up in targeted disk mode, so I am in fact pretty safe, data-wise.
You never feel great when you find your backup system works, but you feel wretched when it doesn’t.
