I just lived through a terrible experience I wanted to share - not shaving related - and maybe start an association to regroup people who had a similar experience to help each other live again, without anticipation of catastrophe or nightmares.

I am actually full of work, and at the same time making job applications for next year (yes, you are reading me well, they need one year to choose and appoint somebody to a place of Assistant professor). In order to accomplish that mission, I needed to talk to a friend in the US to discuss my applications (I am applying all around the world). So, I prepared everything on my Mac (a present from my father dating from less than two months ago - my old PC died) and was browsing the web waiting for the evening to make the video conference. And I am sure you can guess what happened...

Firefox crashed. Annoying, but nothing special... I closed all other programs, and switched off my Mac. Pushing the button to restart and... nothing! only three beeps repeating every 10 seconds. Grey screen, horrible noise... dead.

First thing... a call to the emergency line... after a few minutes of description of my problem, the verdict: RAM problem; I needede to go to a Mac Doctor Hopefully, there is one not far from my home. Entering what looked like an informatics cave full with Mac Geeks, I presented myself and the unfortunate beeping dead computer to the secretary. She was friendly, filled up the form, and said: "the computer will be ready next week". NEXT WEEK *heart attack* I don't know how I managed to say that I couldn't wait THAT long... I had a video conference appointment in the evening... the nearby Mac-Doc-Geek said in a law voice: "it is impossible. Next Thursday maybe"; and taking the computer from the hand of the secretary he begun to work on it.

Not working
Trying to remove and change one RAM
Not working
Testing
Not working
He said, almost to himself: "the RAM is dead"... I wanted to say: No, I am dead but didn't - my mouth like sand, sweating, white as a sheet of paper.
He said again: "need to change the RAM. Now that everything is made in China..."
He changed the RAM and switch on the computer again.
Not working
He said: "there is a problem with the hard disk"... I don't know how I could manage to say without fainting: "but I switched it off correctly, no problems. I always switch it off when carrying it..."
He tried to boot the computer and access it from an external hard drive.
Not working.
He said: "we'll need to format the hard disk again. You'll have to bring me your time machine backups. Maybe it will work". And as he was saying that, as I was praying for a divine help, the software to re-organise the hard disk begun to work.
And after half an hour, my computer was back to life!!!

I decided to change its name for a more adequate one: Lazarus!

Now, after all this adrenaline strike, I am calming down with my loving wife, drinking a good beer, and thinking of a possible future as professor.

All people who have died because of their computer, unite!