I love it when life imitates art. And... for the record, I actually do back up - I even use Mac's Time Machine. But it had been a few weeks since I had done so when l'incident de café occurred. This meant that as the days ticked by and "Demitri" had my computer I began to realize all the magical, fabulous, irreplaceable files, emails and photos that hadn't been backed up. There had been an odd series of weeks where life got in the way, and that little black hard drive was neatly tucked in an office closet. Clearly not doing its job (nor was I, while we are being honest). In essence, I'd backed up all of my work but none of my play. (And isn't they play the best part of our computer use?)

Fortunately, she's alive! My Mac comes home today. She seems to be working fine for the moment. This means she'll be attached to that little black portable hard drive Mr. Venti bought me specifically for such purposes.

Unlike Carrie and Aidan, we are compatible. he wanted me to avoid this fate...
But I do want to say... I felt a lot like Carrie this week as even non-computer users casually said, "well of course you back up." Insert eye roll and low growl here.

It's safe to say I had my Carrie Bradshaw moments during these agonizingly long six days. So these videos are for all of you. My Twitter peeps who helped me recall the now classic episode, My Motherboard, My Self. My blogger pals who rallied in support, and Demitri for bringing her back to life and not once asking why a full cup of coffee had entered the aluminum chassis. Some things, you see, are better off left unasked.

But I do want to add this SATC observation: we should have known their relationship was doomed when she berated him for buying her a new laptop. One that looked like a "purse" - and a backup. Aidan "got" her. he understood her. he may not have been her Mr. Big...but those episodes had me shaking my tiny fists of fury at the screen in frustration. Watching him try so hard to find a place in her life. Ahhh.... those were the days, weren't they?