On yet another “deadline” night with many long hours ahead, Murphy reared her ugly head. Fritzing, blinking, flashing, dying computer monitor!
Fortunately for me, I’ve got enough spare parts around here to build a reasonably good simulation of the bridge of the NCC-1701 Enterprise (“D” model) and I’ve torn down enough equipment so that I can look like a NASCAR pit crew when necessary.
The Long-Suffering Wife was wondering what the hell was going on as I was schlepping equipment back and forth between rooms and ripping apart old desktop systems that hadn’t been used in months, if not years. It was more disconcerting than comforting to have her yelling, “Poor, poor thing!” at me as I went by, but I know she meant well. (I may have been a bad influence on her over the years.)
Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about the second half of that Super Bowl commercial thought that was supposed to run last night. I just have to get a night where I can start writing it sometime before 23:30.
Recipes for Murphy-repellent would be appreciated.