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Does Not Compute

This morning, my computer had a nervous breakdown. They keyboard simply stopped working. As an illustration, please observe my notes from First Amendment:

hn itll my cmutr tart t rk
my cmutr is scrd
I hat my cmutr

Translation:

When will my computer start to work?
My computer is screwed
I hate my computer

So, after overreacting in my usual style, choking back irrational tears and anticipating the loss of all of my notes, I drove out to the Gateway store. The guy at the Gateway store hates his life. He hates everything about his dreary, complaint-ridden existence. But he was still pretty cool to me. My computer wasn't under warranty, so I had two options. I could send it in for the "fixed rate" of $299 plus tax, plus $59 for a box to ship it in, and get it back in 10 days. Or I could go to Target and get a can of $6 compressed air to see if "blowing it out" would fix the problem.

In the parking lot of Target, I removed one of the keys from my keyboard and prepared to blow out the few small dust particles that might be lurking there. But when I looked down, I did not see dust particles. I saw hair. Eyelashes, yes. But also long brown hairs, from my head. My keyboard chamber is apparently where my hair goes to die. Well, hair is already dead, so it's apparently where it goes to die again. Hairs were curled around all of the keys, completely debilitating them. But I came to the rescue. I sprayed that shit so hard that the can almost froze off my hand, but when I turned the computer back on, all was well again.

And the good news is, I can continue to work on my Comment! Talk about silver lining!

posted by Bekah at 1:49 PM :: |