As some of you folks know, my MacBook Pro has become faulty. I talked to Applecare on the phone, and I agreed to take it to a local Apple Store for repair.
So we go to the Bellevue Square Mall, Hive of Scum, Teenager Hating, Villainy, and Cinnabon. I go to the Apple Store at the time scheduled for my session at the Genius Bar. Actually, I went a half hour early, and was told nicely that they don't take people early. Anyway, I get there for my scheduled appointment. I described my issues to the geek with "genius." written on his shirt.
"Yeah, the back left of the machine is making some awful noises. I did hardware diagnostics and I think the fan is borked. Also, the hard drive has developed a tick over the last month. If you could check that out, I'd appreciate it. You really can't hear it now, over the fan grinding."
"Cool, cool <writes things down>"
"Oh, also there was a hard drive read error just a week or so ago. I took a screencap of the error message because I couldn't make jack of it. Go to the images folder there."
And he did. And I had forgotten what was in that images folder. Set at preview icon size of 128x128 (that's a big preview), the first image that leapt onto the screen were two pictures, side by side, of our chunky lover Bz. The first one was the Bz'hole pic, the second one, the infamous panty pic.
Impossibly hoping that the genius didn't see the gaping asshole or panty-wearing freak, I immediately said, "Uhhh, scroll down."
The genius replied with a somewhat condescending "Ah, yeah."
So my laptop is now in the shop for repairs, no doubt in the back of the Apple store where employees are gathering around my MacBook Pro, probably making copies, and just laughing.
I felt soooo embarrassed. Drinky can back up my story. He was there the whole time. He nearly busted up when that thing popped up on screen. Man, I went to all the trouble of removing my pirated Apple software, but I FORGOT THAT!!!!
