Dec 21, 09:53 AM

A SOHO-Ho Computer Crash On Christmas Eve

TWAS the night before Deadline, And all through the house
My whole family was sleeping, while I wiggled my mouse;
My system had hung, should I call AppleCare?,
And hope that a technician still would be there?

TWAS the night before Deadline, And all through the house
My whole family was sleeping, while I wiggled my mouse;
My system had hung, should I call AppleCare?,
And hope that a technician still would be there?

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of iPads and androids danced in their heads;
I saw kernel-panic, then I heard a great zap,
And wished I’d not had such a hearty night-cap;

Now under my desk there arose such a clatter,
I leapt down to the floor to see what was the matter.
I wished I used Windows, my teeth started to gnash,
I still know my DOS much better than #bash.

I quailed at the thought of dead Leopards of Snow,
If I survived through the night, to the Cloud I would go!
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a CBL Tech, with wise eyes and no fear.

CBL Tech in Santa suit to the rescue

With a brand new disk driver, so quiet and quick,
My system rebooted – now that’s quite the trick!
Instructions now legal, my data remained,
and he copied it over, with folder and filenames:

“Now USR, Now Volumes, Now /var and /tmp, too!
On Users, on Doccies, Desktop, iPhoto!
To the new working drive, to the root of it all!
Copy the data, the big and the small!”

A green bar across that progress view flies,
watching the minutes and seconds tick by;
So onto this new drive my data it flew,
with all my work docs, kids pics, and iTunes.

And then in a twinkling I heard a small “Oof!”
In watching him work, I saw where I’d goofed:
A big glass of egg-nog sat upside-down,
where I’d carelessly left it there on the ground;

I had probably kicked it, just caught with my foot,
As I’d turned in my chair, my computer — kaput!
But the CBL Tech, no judgment, no flack,
just set about putting all of my stuff back.

My drive lights, how they twinkled! this hassle’s not scary,
he made it look easier than syncing my blackberry;
No trolls would lurk ‘round, watching this show,
the Privacy Claus ensured only I’d ever know.

This bump in my night, no I’d never tweet,
And the smoke of my Fail, he made it all neat.
He cleaned up spilt egg-nog, before it went smelly,
While I sat and relaxed, filling my belly.

No problem could stump this smarty-pants elf,
And I knew the biggest danger to me… was myself.
Better care should I take, before I see red,
To Backup my data, and avoid all this dread.

He spoke not a word, as he finished his work,
Closed up my case, then turned with a jerk,
And assuming a classic Superman pose,
Gives me a nod, and out the front door he goes.

My data restored, he waved in dismissal,
And into the night he flew like a missile.
I heard him exclaim, just a bit, or sound-byte,

“Happy Recoveries to All, and to All a Good Night!”

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