Apple, Much Like LaVar Arrington, You Have Failed Me

Once upon a time I was as much of a PC man as a PC man could be. Back then I thought Apples were only meant for Snow White and people that lived in San Francisco. But after countless Windows XP-induced crashes on my IBM Thinkpad, various problems getting my wireless internet to work anywhere and the realization that the iPod was the single greatest invention since the deep fryer, my loyalty started to waver. And when I saw firsthand just how sleek, powerful and, dare I say, sexy the iMac was, I began a slow conversion process from PC to Mac.
After buying an Apple Powerbook G4 last March, it took me about five seconds to totally disown all things PC and about ten before I began proselytizing to the uninformed masses about just how wonderful Apple computers were. I convinced at least four separate people to buy Apples, including my sister who purchased the new MacBook Pro only to discover that Apple shipped her a dud. In retrospect, that should have been my first sign.
Still, I stayed steadfast in my belief of Apple superiority. Until yesterday, that is. That's when my laptop stopped working, without notice. The screen flickered three times and then... Nothing. I've tried everything. Control-Command-Power, Control-Fn-Delete, Jackie-Joyner-Kersee, hell, I even tried CPR on the damn thing.
Shoot, it took my Thinkpad about 45 minutes to boot up near the end of its life, but at least the damn thing turned on. I feel like a mortician fucking around with the Powerbook because it feels like a freakin' corpse. Nothing works; I feel like Phil Mickelson on the 18th hole of the U.S. Open. (Zing!)
Anyway, I'm now computer-less (for the moment at least), which, for the time being, isn't the most terrible thing because these massive thunderstorms in D.C. have wiped out power and cable where I live. But until I get this thing fixed, don't expect too much in the way of posting. And if anybody knows anything about Powerbooks, please drop me an e-mail. Not that I have a computer to check said e-mail with, but whatever.
Oh yeah, I had been working on-and-off this weekend on a multi-part NBA Draft preview but that, needless to say, is history, along with my computer.