In Which Ella’s Computer Crashes

Now, I have known that my beloved Macbook has been on its last legs for a few months now. The programs started crashing all of the time, it began to get incredibly slow, and the time it took to turn my keystrokes into type was erratic at best. It was also prone to emitting the strangest sounds and the fan was always whirring.

What I was not expecting was for it to crash while I was putting the final touches on a very long blog post about the Maureen Johnson book launch and Libba Bray. It won’t turn back on, so it seems that until I can take it to the Genius Bar, the post is missing in binary world, a pathetic series of zeros and ones.

Quick! Here’s a great computer science joke:

There are 10 types of people in the world.

Those who understand binary, and those who don’t.

I’m hilarious.

If it weren’t so incredibly late, I’d just rewrite it, but it’s about three in the morning, and I’m working to curb my nocturnal habits. My argument that “Stephanie Perkins does it, and she’s a real-life novelist!” isn’t flying with my mom, unfortunately. This also applies to my sometimes desire to dye my hair a very bright and very unnatural color.

(I am always prone to impulses when it comes to hair cutting and dying that are, as a rule, best ignored. Whenever I step into the salon, I suddenly think that it would be a really fabulous idea to cut my hair super, super short, forgetting that every time I’ve done that in the past, I’ve regretted it. Or I come up with the crazy idea of dying my hair bright blue, only to remember just how much that cuts against the other fashion choices I make and enjoy. And it’s not like this impulsivity set in as a teenager, either. At the age of five, I was obsessed with being a “hair-cutter-er” and cut off the majority of Pippa’s hair with pinking shears–for this she or my mother have never forgiven me. Blond curls littered the bathroom floor, and Pippa had hair as short as a boy’s for a little while. I also sprayed her head with air-freshener–I thought it was hairspray–which gave her minor chemical burns. Maybe one day I’ll learn.)

Tomorrow it looks like I may go see the Yale-Harvard football game or, at the very least, watch it on tv. All I know for sure is that I will be decked out in all of my Yale paraphernalia with blue and while ribbons braided into my hair. Go Yale!

For the month, you can find me updating my word count on NaNoWriMo here. (I need to do it more regularly so that it doesn’t become flat for a few days, only to receive an enormous spike, indicating that I somehow magically wrote about twelve thousand words in one day.)

And as always, you can also find me on tumblr at http://emleng93.tumblr.com/, if, you know, you’re into that kind of thing.

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4 thoughts on “In Which Ella’s Computer Crashes

  1. Sorry about your computer woes. Sounds VERY frustrating.

    Admire your resilience in coming up with another quick blog post instead of hurling your computer across the room.

    FYI, you “dye” your hair, whose ends have (as you know from your elementary school report) already “die”d.

    • Part of my problem is that I only had short hair for the first seven years of my life, and it looked cute because I was so young, so whenever I feel the temptation I sometimes manage to convince myself that it’s going to look like that again. Never a good idea.

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