The great iPhone crash of 2012

I was late to come aboard the iPhone crazy train.

I used to say things like "I really only need a cell phone for emergencies," or "All I want to do on my cell phone is talk," which is exactly the kind of stuff that is said regularly by Buddhist monks, ninety year olds, and people without a smart phone.

Once I got one, though, I fell totally, utterly and completely in love with it.  It's the same feeling you get  like when you don't really WANT kids, but then you have some, and the little buggers kinda grow on you...  Oh.  Just me?  Well, anyway, iPhone and I fell truly, madly, deeply in love, and have stayed that way for two years.

But just like with my kids, I always want the best for my iPhone, so when iOS 6 (an update to the iPhone software) was released last week, I downloaded it as soon as humanly possible then proceeded to install it.

Except... it didn't work.

I started getting error messages about being unable to complete the task, recovery mode, syncing to an earlier backup, etc. etc. etc., but all I saw, really, was this:

And all I knew was that my phone was not powering on AT ALL, and I went into full blown panic mode.

I did some praying, partook in some magic mumbo-jumbo, burned some sage to exorcise the iPhone demons,  made promises to the late great Steve Jobs about how I'd get rid of my Nexus tablet RIGHT AWAY, performed some heroic iLife saving measures, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And finally, my beloved phone sprang back to life.

As I picked it up and began lovingly petting it, I realized that it was... off somehow.  Not quite right...

A little more investigating led me to discover that it had restored itself to a March 16 backup.

So, yeah, now my iPhone has amnesia and thinks it's still March.

I wailed around for a while to no avail, then decided there wasn't anything I could do about it so I should just get on with my day.

Oh, except my to-do list?  From March.  I'm pretty sure I had already done all those things.

Well, I guess I could start some prep work for dinner... oh wait.  My menu plan? You guessed it.  From March.

I wasn't even sure where I was supposed to be or what I was supposed to be doing, because my calendar?  Also March.

Also missing were my grocery list and my Christmas shopping list, so I couldn't even go have a little retail therapy to ease my tortured soul.

Oh, I guess I could go write a blog post, but all the pictures I took for those posts?  If it ain't in March, it ain't there.

In the grand scheme of life, this would definitely qualify as a first world problem of the highest order.

But still...  "It's my iPhone," she whines...

So here I sit, wondering if I should begin the slow process of rebuilding my iLife or if this is just some sort of sign that I have become too dependent on my phone.

And probably, the answer is both.


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    1. I know, right? I guess if these are my problems I'm in pretty good shape, huh? ;)


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