This week, my computer became possessed, the trackpad refused to move the pointer at all and when I plugged in a mouse the demon inside the computer flung the pointer around, dragging away screens I asked for, while screens I didn't want to see came up shuddered and laughed at me then disappeared.
You can only make an appointment to see a Genius* via their website and the computer-demon wasn't going to allow that so I trudged into town and waited in line to make an appointment, I went away and came back again four hours later and stood with all the other worried people stroking their broken Applepets. The Genius* did stethascop-ey things, made sympathetic noises and said
we'll keep him in overnight for observation
I went home feeling anxious - were they going to phone and say
we can't mend this one, why not get a new, more reliable Applepet - one that makes toast
But they didn't, they phoned to say
your Applepet is better now
I've just collected him and he's got a whole new shiny keyboard - one that keeps licking my fingers and wanting to go for walks.
*Applespeak
In Short
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A letter from the king’s minister of finance to Zenon of Kaunos, a public
official in Ptolemaic Egypt, 256 B.C.: Apollonius to Zenon, greeting. You
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