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Hodge Podge Wednesday, Nov. 14, 2007 - 1:24 a.m. So I'm sitting with the laptop in my lap and the cooler underneath it, cooling the laptop -- and the power cord quits working. No amount of dithering with the actual connecting plug worked, and then I heard a weensy grinding sort of 'pop' and pulled the plug completely out of the computer -- and smelled the cord. Acrid. That nasty acrid stench of something electronic going to heaven. So. The laptop itself is just dandy; I stuck my nose in the power hole in its side and there was no sign of that awful smell. Then I shut the laptop down and restarted it, cord-free, with absolutely no problems. I looked at the cord, though, and saw a telltale sign that it was in need of replacement. A trip to the local Apple Store is imminent. Meantime, hi there from John's computer. --- I keep forgetting how different Mac OS X is from System 9.2.2; I'm looking for menu placements that aren't where I think they should be, and I miss my bookmarks terribly. But the lucky part is, this older machine DOES work, and has done so, faithfully since July of 2001. Thanks, John, for letting me borrow yours! --- I don't like not having a power cord for the laptop, not even just for part of a day. But we get new one. In fact, in the interest of not trying yet again to force the connection to work, which would end up potentially burning the laptop to a crisp or burning the house down, I went and chopped up the old cord with scissors and threw it in the trash. Grrr. --- I don't have anything newsworthy to share today, because I'm not on my computer where my good news links are, so I'll direct you to the story of Seargent Podge, a Norwegian Forest Cat, who, after twelve years with his owner, has begun making extensive rounds and then waiting in the exact same spot a few miles from his home for his owner to show up and give him a lift home. Yes, with pictures AND video. --- That's it. Have a good Wednesday! ---
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