Yesterday through a series of events brought on by my sheer stupidity, my keyboard drank some apple juice. The irony of my mac keyboard drinking apple juice isn’t lost on me.
The prospect of cannibalism caused my keyboard to turn up its toes and die.
Yesterday morning I was working with a keyboard that didn’t do spaces or makes Ns or Bs. Have you ever tried to type a sentence without an N? It’s hard, ok. Then last night, Stephen disassembled the keyboard to see if he could dry it out enough to make it work. Since last night I was just using a mouse. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be until I attempted to send an email. Oops!
I just returned from the local mac retailer with a spiffy new keyboard. It’s tiny and flat and likely to increase my carpel tunnel by about 900% but dang, it’s shiny, shiny.
Stephen will be posting on his attempts to resurrect the old keyboard (with photos!) sometime soon, I’m guessing. Meanwhile, I’m off to answer some emails.