I am without the entire middle line of my keyboard.
Not right now, obviously. I am on a different 'puter. But my aged iMac continues to skirt dangerously close to utter breakage.
I came home last week and the familiar shimmer of liquid was evident on the desk. Damn. Not only that but the keyboard was nothing short of damp. Damner.
'Quick, turn it off and get it onto the radiator,' said my techno-guru (The GF). 'The same thing happened to me at work and I managed to fix it that way.'
No such luck.
I tried taking off all the keys and laying them neatly on the desk. In order. Perhaps unsurprisingly they didn't stay in order very long thanks to inquisitive kitten paws.
I am unaware of any cat prey that looks like an Apple key but perhaps I've just never seen the fabled MacBird.
Anyway. Aside from not having the use of any of the following letters - a s d f g h j k l - Jed seems to have run off with my F5 and 'Shift' keys and hidden them somewhere for later consumption. I quite enjoyed using capital letters.
Major annoyance.
Anyway. Much to come when I get a new keyboard: Two N3T posts, something about 'mother-dough', something about cooking in the kitchen of the future and a whole host of other delights.
Right now I'm off to score some kidneys - a request from
Laura over at Tiramisu. I knew it would happen eventually but I was trying to put them off for as long as possible because they make me pull a face like this:
They are my own personal 'heart of darkness'.
Bleurgh.
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