Last week, Genius had a laptop malfunction. REE-REE-REE! Cue the stabby Psycho music. Okay. That's not the scary part. It was scary only for him, lover of electronics, never met a piece of technology he didn't cherish, computers as his future bread-and-butter. He tried his laptop one morning and the screen went black. Genius knows his way around a computer. Even an Apple. He could not figure out the problem. He was strapped for time, doing the majority of his work for a big computer science project that was due in several days in the college computer lab. I asked why he didn't use his desktop at home, but he said it ran Windows, and he needed one that ran something else, I caught "Linux" and the other I'd never heard of. The lab has a couple of them.
A few days after the fiasco, Genius was getting ready to take his precious gewgaw to the Apple store for a diagnosis. At that time, one of his housemates confessed to having used Genius's laptop (with permission) and accidentally (one would hope) spilled coffee on the keyboard and wiped it off. Genius said he volunteered to pay for damages, but Genius did not think he had the money. Probably not. Apple opened it up and saw that it was liquid damage, and said they would replace one part (the name escapes me, because I am not really on speaking terms with technology) for $1800.
Genius (meaning his college fund, which I dole out as need be) paid $2400 for that laptop new, two years ago. He was not about to fork over that kind of money, so asked me to give him the balances in his college savings account and CD so he could figure out if he could afford another laptop. He plans to sell parts of the other one and recoup about 3/4 of his expense.
I don't carry that info around in my noggin, but I had just re-apportioned the two accounts when the CD came due the first of October. I had the receipts for the transfer and new CD right there on the kitchen counter. I was standing there in the corner where the sink part of the countertop joins the stove part of the countertop. I turned to yell over my shoulder to Hick in the living room La-Z-Boy.
"Genius has $##### left in his account, and $##### in the CD. That CD is down to the original amount that my mom opened it with for college, when he was just a toddler."
The lights dimmed. I was not happy about that. A couple times that week, the power had gone off and come right back on. We have surge suppressors for the major electronics, but I have to reset the microwave clock, and it messes up the clock on my nightstand, and the DISH receiver takes a while to reset itself. I turned and moved to the cutting block, the better for my complaints to fall on Hick's deaf ears in the living room.
"GREAT! The power better not go off! I still have blogs to write! That would be just my luck, get supper done with and then no internet."
"I don't know what you're carrying on about. Nothing happened. The power is on."
"For now! Didn't you see the lights dim? It's STILL dim in here."
Hick came to the kitchen. Probably for evidence to prove me crazy. Which wouldn't take much, lately.
"Here's your problem. You've got a light out." He pointed to one of the two round lights recessed in the kitchen ceiling. The one at the end over the sink, where I had been standing.
"Oh. That explains the dimness." I left the kitchen and headed for the bathroom before descending to my dark basement lair for the night, while Hick peered up at the light to see what kind he needed to buy on the way home from work the next day to replace it.
"Huh. Now it's back on."
Yep. And it's remained on, unless I turn it off. Nary a flicker. Just like all the other days and nights when it has worked like a charm.
Maybe you should discuss this problem with Rod Serling!!ReplyDelete
Well, to start with, I would begin the discussion by saying, "Consider, if you will..."Delete
SOMEtimes, when certain someones are prancing around in outfits (or lack thereof) that result in others gouging their eyes out, we welcome dim surroundings.ReplyDelete
Don't trigger me, Madam! Don't give me an episode of PHTWSD (Post Hick Tighty Whitey Stress Disorder).Delete
Our house has lights I haven't changed in nine years, and others I change annually.ReplyDelete
We used to have one light in the basement that went off and on at will. Most notably the time I was starting up the stairs in the early morning hours, got an eerie feeling, looked at that light, and said, "Don't EVEN do that now!" OFF!Delete
It was one of my quickest trips up those 13 steps. Rivaled only by the sighting of the headless man next to my DVD player, located about seven feet away from that light.
I'm confused about the light thing, because I'm still trying to get over being cranky about idiot kids drinking coffee casually around a $2500 computer!ReplyDelete
I cried because I had no coffee and no laptop when I was in college...and then I found out my son lost a $2400 laptop due to coffee!!!Delete
So, what else did your mom have to say? You know she's more than a flicker in your memory. She wants her boy to have the $.ReplyDelete
I haven't decoded the message yet, but the story will be forthcoming. Computer fail was Monday, lights happened Wednesday, and other incident was Friday.Delete
Oops! I forgot! There was also another incident I noticed Monday afternoon, before I got word of the morning computer fail. I'll get around to it. I didn't associate it with anything at the time, but this stuff seems to surround certain upheavals in Thevictorian household.Delete
Or that's just my crazy mind correlating the incidents.
I can believe how much it costs to repair an Apple. My granddaughter had to replace hers after it got damaged because the repair cost almost as much as a new one.ReplyDelete
Yeah. Genius is getting the service contract/replacement insurance (whatever it's called) this time. He had another incident with a new notebook during his high school years. For one who's so conscientious about taking care of his electronics, he certainly has bad luck in that department!Delete
They'll do that from time to time. Just to make sure you're paying attention.ReplyDelete
I swear I'm as crazy as people think I am, by making that connection!Delete
My son works for Dell, so of course I have a Dell. That is a huge repair bill! Maybe Hick loosened the light to mess with your head .....ReplyDelete
I guess they do that to make you upgrade to a new one!Delete
Since Hick had no ladder or step-stool or Inspector Gadget arms...I'm pretty sure he was just standing there with his mouth hanging open, looking at the light, when it came back on. I had barely turned my back on him when it happened.