Attacked by the WALD

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Something happened to me last night that I would like to share. I'm still a little tender about the subject, but knowing all's well that ends well is helping me push through the memories of the fear and pain I had to briefly suffer.

  

I was sitting at home, obsessing over Gruber's insight on the Gizmodo/ iPhone prototype faisco whilst watching Intervention*. My iPhone, the veritable Apple of my eye (heyyooo) was nesting on my speaker dock, charging on the other side of the room. Out of nowhere, the device flashed a bright white apple. Um. Excuse me there, little smartphone. Whatcha doin?

Now once in a while my iPhone gets a little glitchy. And about a week ago something incredibly traumatizing may or may not have happened that may or may not have very greatly disturbed the possible functionality of my favoritest contraption in the whole entire universe. Luckily a Lifehacker post I read about rice salvaged my baby, leaving zero trace that it was ever damaged. I mean zero trace. Anyway, the flash of an apple was sightly disconcerting, but not distressing. I just grabbed my 3GS and performed a hard reset. That didn't work. So I performed another hard reset. Nada. I did iPhone CPR on my phone for probably ten minutes before I realized this was bigger than me. I grabbed my Macbook Pro and I asked Google. This is when I learned about the WALD.

 

The White Apple Logo of Death is similar to a PC's BSOD, except it's for the iPhone and it's actually less lethal than the BSOD. While I cannot say for sure what caused my WALD, as I was nowhere near it when it reared its ugly head, I can say it was realtively easy to fix once I found this article explaining what to do. It took a decent chunk out of my evening, during which time I nearly overlooked Gruber's tweet about the WWDC being announced today, but I was able to completely restore my iPhone to its factory settings and then sync it with iTunes to restore all my media from the backedup version. Thank you Apple for making recovery from a catostrophic wipe as easy as holding and releasing a button and then waiting an hour.

 

*Let it be known that I'm not really into most reality shows, but my roommates are, and somehow in a house of three, twenty-five-year-old women, two prefer Bravo and VH1 to Science or Discovery. C'est la vie.They were even running Mythbusters back to back. *sigh*

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