laptop killah, 2004
Here’s a lesson you should know. Never give me your laptop. Ever. Let me touch it, but under strict supervision. Why? Because I will destroy your laptop. It’s almost like I have a special touch. The touch that makes things die. Your software? Well yeah, I can make it work…it’s what I do every day…but your hardware? It’s probably better to just crush it yourself than send it to me and have me do it for you. Unless giving me the power of destruction is something that makes you tingle, of course.
You see, I was laying down minding my own business when the laptop (Hermes) unexpectedly slipped off the table near the bed. Now, it only fell about 8 inches, but that’s when things started getting weird. It wouldn’t respond to the lovely brand new power cord, and when I bought another one I thought that having two would make everything okay. Turns out the second one eventually destroyed the pins inside the slot connecting the cord with the laptop and now it won’t take any electricity. Five little iron pieces later, we got it to work enough for me to make a backup and get ready to send it back and get it repaired. See, there are people out there worried about laptop radiation, and quite rightly so, that means they get themselves a laptop radiation shield for protection… I bet I could probably break that too!
I feel all lame now, but at least I’m back with Osiris for the next week. Of course, I could always find something better to do with my time. Like, listen to Lil’ Jon and Wyclef do a duet or something. Kill. Me. Now.