My PowerBook power adapter must have died in the last day or so. Last night, right in the middle of ripping “Total Eclipse Of The Heart” by Bonnie Tyler, my computer suddenly alerted me that it was running on reserve battery power, which was strange, because it was plugged in. A quick check determined that although it was indeed plugged into the wall outlet, no power was making it to the Mac, and in that second, the battery died, effectively trapping my Billboard Greatest Hits: 1983 CD inside, which could be a good thing, depending on your point of view.
After work, I took the suspect adapter to Jimi’s and by plugging it into one of his own PowerBooks, he confirmed that the adapter was busted, not my computer, which was a possibility.
A walk over to the CompUSA at Columbus Circle yielded an empty shelf where the adapters should have been, and the floor staff was supremely unhelpful in checking availability. I’ll have to make do with a trip to the Apple Store tomorrow, or, failing that, Tekserve or J&R.
I’ve decided I can live for now without television and the internet, but it’s tough to give up my PowerBook. All my music is on it, it’s serving as my DVD player and lately I’ve been composing blog entries on it, copying them to disc and posting them at work.
November 16, 2005 Update: I bought a new adapter at the Apple Store in SoHo, which had several dozen of them in stock. The PowerBook is back up and running like a charm, to the tune of about $80.