Rest in peace old friend…
I guess you can file this under the topic “public service announcement.” Perhaps I can spare some of our readers the same fate that descended on my house this morning.
I have become a “computer widow.” I sat down at the computer (I call him Dell) with my morning coffee, and picked up on sickening rubbery smell in my home office. The computer screen was screaming a warning that something was desperately wrong and it was making a strange sound I can only describe as “heavy breathing.”
I cut it on and off like Braddock taught me, and still got the same message. I called “B” and he walked me though a checklist of possibilities. When all failed, he said it didn’t look good, but he would stop by.
I never realized how much I have become addicted to my old Dell laptop. I wandered around the house twiddling my thumbs while I waited for Dr. Braddock, the computer specialist, to arrive. When he did, it took him exactly 10 seconds to diagnose the problem – little did I know, the patient had already expired. Too late for resuscitation.
Here’s what happened. It’s a wonder I didn’t burn down my house. I had stuck a piece of paper under the computer – it was a sort of cheat sheet of all my various user names and passwords. It had been under there for weeks. It was burned to a crisp. Apparently it had covered up the tiny exhaust fan thing-a-ma-doochy which is on the bottom of the computer. With no air to circulate, the motor (or whatever drives a computer) burned slap up! If you check the paper in the photo you can see the burn marks.
B told me horror stories of other clients who stacked books around their computers and suffered the same fate.
Did you know that you should never place a laptop on a bed spread or any other flammable item and leave it unattended- and even on your desk, the computer should be turned off and allowed to cool periodically. Mine stayed on 24/7 because it took so long to boot up.
So there you have it. I’ve been “off-line” for 24 hours and feeling a little shaky. Thankfully, B loaned me his laptop until we can get a new one ordered. He had to transfer data from the old unit to his. Still not a 100 percent reconnected. He said I need a new computer anyway and will be much happier with a more recent model. Some of the letters had been worn off Dell’s keys and I was having a hard time telling the difference in the M and the N and the E and R. Hey! Maybe that’s why I had so many typos!
Right now I am planning a funeral and burial for Dell. We even slept together for Pete’s sakes. Don’t send flowers, I prefer chocolates.