F8

I don't use you. Ever. So how is it you've come loose? It makes no logical sense. I thought that if any key were to go rogue it would be one I use all the time, one that's gotten worn down. Maybe a vowel or the letter N. But no. It was you, F8, that came apart from my key board. I appreciate that you snapped back into place after some effort, but really, let's keep these shenanigans to a minimum. Okay?

Oh Darlin'

Today a screw fell out of my laptop. She's been slowly dying for the past year and as I get closer to graduation, I'm getting a little scared. It started last year with a general slow down of all processes. Right before Spring Break, though, all the hardware just started going to Hell. The panel of plastic below the key board, (where the heels of my palms usually rest), has little spider-web cracks along it's edge. Also, the right-hand hinge that connects the screen to the key board has already come detached once and is now predominantly has a piece of it that constantly sticks out. That was a particularly scary moment: for near to a minute I looked on in horror as my computer was close to being two pieces. Since then, the panel of plastic above the key board (where my speakers are) is entirely warped and I have to keep pressing it back into place. It always pops back out.
The thing is, the software, (with the exception of speed) is working fine. I just have to be sure not to say that out loud; the gremlins might hear me.
Hang in there, baby. As soon as I turn in all my work, you'll have a well deserved rest in technology-heaven.

Universal Threads

There’s an odd satisfaction I get when I go into one of the public computer labs on campus, wiggle the mouse around to wake the screen, and discover that I was the last person to use said computer. For some reason, it makes the moment feel special, like the computer was waiting for me to return, that it was completely serendipitous that no one else used it in the 14 hours since I had last been there. It made me feel like I was meant to be right where I was in the world at that moment in time-space. This satisfaction was, of course, followed by extreme frustration as the computer then took close to 7 minutes to load. In all of 2 seconds I had decided this machine was a douche bag and needed to be destroyed.
It’s funny how quickly time-space, the very fabric of reality, can unravel.