It is eerie to think about just how much of the ocean man has yet to explore. Creatures that must exist out/down there are probably inconceivably bizarre, scary, and fascinating all at the same time. At the same level as it is incredible, it is equally as ominous. This reminds me of another shady habitat. The abyss that is my keyboard. Yes, I am comparing my keyboard to the ocean. What of it?
Like most, I spend the majority of my days behind the computer screen with my fingers hovering the keyboard. It is your standard basic hardware. My sips of morning coffee take place directly above it, and the crumbs from my morning snack find their way to the caves between the H and J or W and E or… well you get the point. I often think about all the food matter, various liquids, dust, and bugs(?) that have ventured down below the glossy top surface of the alphabet decorated squares. At this point, I imagine there is a new strain of disease brewing down there, that if released from its enclosure will surely off me.
I once watched a very informative YouTube video that clearly described and showed how to properly disassemble the keys of your keyboard in order to clean out the trash trap below. Basically, one option is to use a can of air to blow debris out from underneath the keys. The problem with this, I assume, is that it is much like trying to floss around a permanent retainer. Or, like trying to use only water pressure to clean a dirty plate that has been sitting in the sink for days. It’s simply not going to do too much. You may feel like you are at least giving an effort, but come on. Who are you kidding?
The more efficient option explained in the video, is to just pop those keys off one by one. You can reveal a whole year and a half’s worth (in my case and probably a lot longer) of accumulated heaping compost. I actually attempted to complete this horrifying task once. It may look easy enough to pluck out those keys, however, I personally felt a sense of panic each time one gave way to my prying. It doesn’t feel like they are supposed to be removable. Don’t worry if you get this sensation (assuming you even have the stomach to try this disgusting task), the keys will snap back in to place.
I personally never made it past the shift, A and Z keys when I threw in the towel. I am very much in denial/oddly and aggressively freaked out by the junk under there, so I put the keys back in their place and tried to bleach my mind of the experience. I wont go in to detail of what was under there, partly because it was a collection of unrecognizable mutant spawns of whatever materials initially fell in, and partly because I still want people to think I have some sort of respect for my computer’s hygiene. But, before you judge you should take a look under your own keyboard’s hood, and don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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Hey where did that cat come from?
I am as feminine as they come, or so I like to think. However, there is one typically non girly skill I master (or am somewhat decent at). I can put shit together like a champ. Stereotypically this is a male skill. You fequently hear handy man, rarely ever handy woman. My handy skills development started at age seventeen when I moved away from my parents house to get my learn on. It started small. A table here. A gadget there. Then I moved on to the big time stuff like my bed and my treadmill (my greatest accomplishment to date). It just so happens that I never have anyone around to help, so with a determined mind I wrangle the task solo.
I have been in my new apartment for about two months now. Thus far, I have transformed my loving bed in to a multi purpose working, eating, sleeping, cat cuddling, writing, and exercise station. I lied about the exercise part. Anyway, I figured it was about time I invest in some actual chairs. My back will surely thank me. Off to Big Lott’s I sashayed… or something like that. Read the rest of this entry