June 30, 2004

• Only When You Need It

  
  

  
  

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  Only when you need it will it fail.  I had picked up the pictures of the Great Mass Getaway at lunch and was going to 'Xangafy' them when I returned home from work.  Desire and anticipation must produce a significant field strength, enough to fry my CD-ROM drive.  I arrived home, booted my home built PC.  I made the swivel in my office chair like I did a thousand times before, leaned over and pushed the button that would open the CD drive.  Nothing.  I now did what all elevator button pushers do innate understanding; the more you push the button the faster the elevator will come, relays be damned.  I pushed and pushed.  Never mind the power light was out, I knew that if somehow I could generate enough current by pushing that switch everything would be alright.  Damn.

  
  

  Now frustration took over.  I built this damn thing and I can take it apart.  Not with little glee did I pull the cables and pop the cover.  I could disect this thing in my sleep.  If I found its hardwired intestines wanting I would just leave it spread out like some High School frog in biology class; cut open and pinned.

  
  

  And there it sits now, waiting for me to come home tonight and test its power leads, play Frankenstein with ribbon cable and do the jumper cha-cha with its mother board.

  
  

  I actually left the machine open because I was getting, well you know, a little ... cranky.  Instead of swallowing the bitter pill of home hardware troubles I put on 89.7FM, grabbed an old Lehane book, and hit the couch.  Yeah, that's it, the sounds of dark wailing jazz and a detective novel.  Maybe someone will get 'whacked' and I'll feel better.

  
  

  The pictures are on the way, really.  I'm writing this while trapped in my cube at work, send Scotch and a DVD writer, quick!

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