Yesterday’s trip down to the University of Houston was somewhat productive. Actually speaking to a staff member is so much more effective than going through the motions on the phone with a student-worker. By the end of Monday I should have my decision and be able to start moving to either Houston, or Arlington.
Earlier this morning, I determined that my MacBook Pro has met its end. The beer I spilled in it last Monday would appear to have damaged it enough that another resurrection is unlikely, or at least cost-prohibitive. The machine made it through a tour in Iraq, and three years of heavy use. Not quite as impressive as the Fujitsu P5020D on which I am typing this post. It has made two trips to the sandbox, and been physically abused beyond the norm for a laptop over the last six years.
Losing the MacBook Pro hurts, but at least the iMac is easy enough to take with me. I brought it home this weekend without much trouble. At least everything of any importance that I had on the MBP has been transferred to the iMac.