This is the kind of stuff that happens to other people…
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December 14, 2006, 9:21 PM
I still remember the day I bought it new… I bought my wireless keyboard and mouse on March 9, 2002, at Best Buy in Roanoke. Now fast forward to December 14, 2006, as I buy another wireless keyboard from the Wal-Mart in Staunton.
Why? Beverage accident. I spilled a soda all down my keyboard, and after that, it ceased to function. I always used to laugh about people spilling drinks in their keyboard and such. I don’t laugh about it anymore, and that started the moment that my Coke Zero contacted the keyboard. Needless to say, I let out a classic four-letter word right on the spot, and then looked at it for a moment before realizing that I had papers and such I didn’t want wrecked by soda. Therefore, I had to clean it up. That was a joy and a half, as I went and mopped up all the liquid on my desk, and wiped everything down. Greeeeeat.
And I still say that this is not supposed to happen to me. These things are supposed to happen to other people. I’m referring to no one in particular when I say “other people”. I just mean “not me”. Still, that was an expensive lesson to have to learn about why one must be careful with drinks around computer keyboards.
This also marks the second keyboard of mine that I’ve destroyed. The last one I managed to wreck was when I broke the spacebar on the keyboard that came with the computer. I remember it was when I was playing a cow-milking game on coffeebreakarcade.com. My friend Sarah Jones recommended it to me, and the idea was to milk the cows and make sure that all the cows survived the round. If you let them go too long without getting milked, they exploded and died. If you over-milked them, they shriveled up, fell apart, and died. The spacebar was the milking key. It’s called Udder Insanity. Fun game.
Web site: Strong Bad Email #78: "anything", where Homestar pours Mountain Dew on Strong Bad's keyboard
Song: Aretha Franklin singing "Think" on The Blues Brothers
Quote: And when Sis and I went to Wal-Mart in Staunton, we got no more than three steps into the building, and someone said to me, "You work at the other Wal-Mart, don't you?" Why is it that people find it so strange that I go to another Wal-Mart to shop on my off-days? I don't even like going into Waynesboro at all on my days off, let alone to the Wal-Mart in said town...
Categories: Computer, Food and drink