It’s a house-husbandly thing to do to aid and abet your wife when she’s a Master Gardener having a plant swap.
But I didn’t expect to fall down a technological rabbit hole in the bargain.
Things went wrong when I juggled a plate of pot luck salad greens on top of a smaller faux crystal dish of paper clips next to a brimming chilled stem glass of sangria.
A forkful of greens found the plate’s tipping point, into the chilled glass, bathing my Toshiba keyboard, and for one shining moment, it enjoyed the most glorious cherry red glow.
After a furious damping of the keyboard, thank you Bounty, certain the mother board was on life support, I tapped a key, the letter, “I,” as a diagnostic, and the mute sound dialogue opened, and no text appeared on the screen.
The alpha numeric characters transmogrified into function keys and the chance for e-life recovery was dismal. Shortly, the machine straight-lined. The power light flickered out. It was over. Continue reading
